We went to the bar. We talked there. I was drinking alcohol while she was having a coke as she doesn’t drink. We ordered food and ate there. We came...out and I was little tripping. She then asked me why I didn’t want to work and since I was drunk, I told her the truth.I told her that I was missing my ex-girlfriend who left me 4 years back. Ever since then, I was just in a physical relationship with girls but not in love. It’s been ages that I’ve kissed and hugged someone with love. She consoled. He got me back on my feet and said, “Well, I have everything I need. The guys will get it started tomorrow. Thanks, Ash. I appreciate you meeting me after work.” And just like that, he was gone. For the next several months I saw him from a distance, and each time I felt the flicker of lust increase. By Christmas, it felt more like a forest fire than a flicker. My dad had invited all the subcontractors and their families to a huge Christmas party. I felt my stomach drop when I saw Jesse walk. Martha was so caught up in the intense fucking she was getting from this stranger that she raised her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders and we heard her whimper ‘fuck me'. We now had a fantastic view of her cunt being pummeled by his huge young cock and she was allowing him to plunge even deeper into her. What an erotic sight we were all watching, my wife laying on her back with her legs over a strange guys shoulders while he was fucking her with his huge cock and playing with her tits. In the 1990s I used to go to quite a few swingers parties and would have loved it if I had known my wife at that time, and that she would have been willing to join in. Here is a fantasy scenario. I finally get my wife to agree to join me on a visit to a naturist beach. It is quite a large area and I have convinced her that few people would be there and we could find a spot in the dunes where we could lie undisturbed. We arrive on the beach and find a secluded space, but she is still a little.