The bikes themselves were ancient chain driven units with gigantic wire baskets over the front and rear wheels. They had fat metal seats, no center ba..., a chest high bare metal handlebar, undersized wheels designed for heavy loads and rough streets, and a low-ratio single gear for hauling rather than speed. They were slow, rusty, noisy machines. But when loaded with several heavy grocery bags that would be pedaled over a pitted street or along a gravel driveway, they were stronger and more. As the men fucked us their wives were rimming their assholes. Suddenly there was a knock at the door; the girls went to door to see who it was. The men never moved they still had their fat cocks in our pussy’s, the just turned their heads. At the door was a tall very dark skinned black man, he looked like one of the security people from the resort. He came over to tell us to lower the music. The girls were talking to him and soon he entered the room, I couldn’t belive what happened next, they. .” my wife whispered seductively, “it might be here, in this room, tonight.. and with Mia.”Her hands then dropped to my cock an she gave it a few gentle stokes.“I saw how you looked at her” my wife continued, “and it didn’t upset me… in fact, it did just the opposite. It turned me on to see you looking at her right in front of me. I was your look as you took in her body. To know that you and I, together, might get to share her…. That I might get to watch you do things to another woman... “I was. Anyway, I was crouched between two derelict buildings, in a rundown section of DC, observing two individuals engaging in obviously consensual adult relations. OK, even I'm getting bored with the G-man talk; I was watching a hot chick give a guy a blow job through my binoculars, and I almost lost it. I almost lost it for 2 reasons, one because these were fellow agents of mine, supposedly on a stakeout, and 2nd because the hot chick was my wife.I picked my cheap binoculars back up and watched; I.