I quietly withdrew and leaned against the counter, overwhelmed by the scene I'd just witnessed. My cock ached. Again I opened and closed the kitchen d...or. A glance in the mirror confirmed they were refilling their wine glasses and dressed, well, my wife was still nearly naked and gorgeous, her panties obviously cum soaked."Hi guys, sorry to abandon you like that. You ready to eat soon? Let me change and I'll be right with you." I was relieved when my wife followed me into the bedroom. I closed. He tried pulling his jeans up but I wouldn’t let him. That ass was too good not to drool over and slip a finger or three in for some warming up.At one point, I pulled him back over top of me as I laid back on the sand, wiggling us to the center of the chair’s limited under-space. I made him swivel around so his pretty slippery cock was dangling over my face. Yeah, I wanted a taste and a playtoy to tease him, but mostly, I wanted to make some pre-cum and spit lube, and start to get that lusty. With that said he left. Martha lay on the bed naked, with her legs spread, blindfold, and she thought she could hear Jorge in the other room. It made her a bit angry but at the same time quiet aroused. The longer she lay there the more aroused she became but she could not do anything about it. About a half hour after laying blindfolded in bed Martha thought she heard the door open and she thought she could hear another voice. Since Jorge was not in the room she could not be sure. Maybe it was. She asked to meet me. Part of me was afraid I would discover she was in fact a fat, old man pretending to be a beautiful young woman. Another part of me was afraid I would not live up to her expectations—on the off chance that she actually was who she claimed to be. But even with all those odds stacked against us, I chose to abide by my new philosophy—live life to the fullest—and give love a chance.Three days later, I was entering the restaurant she—for the purposes of this story, let’s call.