I scanned the room as we danced for anyone eyeing my wife's panty-clad ass, and saw a group of five guys sitting at a table pointing at her and talkin... amongst themselves. I made sure to move so that she had to stretch her legs out or bend over, giving them an eyeful and keeping their attention. After a few songs my wife said she had to go to the bathroom, and I kissed her deeply again so I could smooth her skirt back down unnoticed. As soon as she had gone I joined the five guys at the table. I turn into the church's road and I notice a man sitting on his red motorbike opposite the church and I wonder momentarily if it's Joe because he has a bike too. Sure enough, he proceeds into the church's car park. As I reach over the road from the church, the guy appears again and is looking in my direction. "Oh my god, it's him," I gasp. My heart races and I gulp hard as I walk up to him.His bike is pretty loud and his helmet is muffling his voice. I can't make out what he's saying to me. He. This just seemed to excite him more, his breath was coming faster into my ear, and he was pressing against me harder, forcing me facedown onto the dresser, pushing deeper and deeper into the cloying depths of my body. Chris reached down and grabbed my leg, pulling it up so my knee was on the dresser, my legs spread wide for him, and he stood up, his arm slipping from around me so he could rest his hand on my back, keeping me where he wanted me. My pussy was stretched around his massive cock,. She could have done it anyway regardless of BSC’s status - she was an official Lifestyle Nudist herself after all. But the idea of this place now being open for anyone to fuck anyone at anytime and anywhere just accentuated the whole thing as all around her she saw others getting into the swing of the moment.Right across the stage and the auditorium floor men and women of all ages found themselves being set open by others hungry for some flagrant Lifestyle Nudism sex. Even Eleanor Grimes.