What good was it to be ableto go on a mini-vaction to the beach if one did not have a hand tohold while admiring the sunset. To the man with the empty...hand theevent was only a small part of an experience. The biggest part of anyevent was reliving it with the other people you shared it with.Sam knew it was going to be hard to find someone special. If he wasjust looking for someone he could easily go out to the single bars,do online dating or have a friend hook him up. He could have a goodlife. He was beyond his ability to control himself much longer and he laid her back on her desk… on top of the papers as her only cushion. He found the snap and the zipper of her jeans and tugged the heavy denim from over her hips and downward dragging them down her thighs. He slipped her shoes off and pulled her jeans off both legs to fall in the floor between them. He leaned to kiss the softness of the center of her panties and dragged them downward… feeling her arch her back to make room for them. She smiled and said well this could be interesting and fun for sure. The picnic came and went and my wife and Mayfield had their usual conversations when they seen each other, a long one at meal time and a couple of brief chats when we crossed paths in the park. I said “are you liking that?”,….she just smiled and said “yes”.When we got home that night we showered and got in bed, we wasted no time getting hot and she said “ I asked Mayfield if he wanted to come over and have dinner with us some. ." he mused "Yes please!!" He grasped my hips and shoved his cock straight in, making me talkative again."Yes Joe! Fuck me senseless! I NEED it... pound me!" He was more than obliging and I kept glancing over my shoulder to watch his face, his mouth open and noisy, his eyes rolling and flicking in pleasure. My tits were dancing all over the place, bouncing in response to his pumping. It felt so wild to be in the middle of a garden, doing this... so primal and sexy as hell. Joe slowed down a bit.