I felt a twinge of jealousy, as they stood around ogling my wife in her bikini. I wasn't bothered so much that they were chatting her up. Jenny is ver... beautiful and often gets hassled by men, even when I'm with her. I think in a way I felt jealous of them, with their flat stomachs, their toned bodies, their youth.Jenny is a few years younger than I, and since we met five years ago, I've become much more aware of time taking its toll on me, on my body, on my mind. A few years ago I would never. Ashley laughed. She had the cutest nickname, and she had awesome plans for that night. “Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Ashley said sounding way to excited, but could you blame her? She was spending a night in heaven with her perfect boyfriend. His Brown eyes sparkled, mirroring her excitement. “Oh and my parent’s aren’t going to be there.” He added before turning and jogging away. Unsupervised? At his house? ALONE? She had to be dreaming. THIS WAS HEAVEN! . And you know what I think of when you mentioned a sweating horse." A sweating mare?" A horse's cock!" Jean, I know we're both fairly kinky at times... but a horse?"Flipping her hand in an impatient gesture, she answered, "Not really but there are times when my imagery takes over. Like, the sexual power of a horse's cock comes to mind, you know?" You mean like me slipping it into the ass of that waitress? The one with the beautiful butt?"Perhaps because Jean knew that I'd never "slipped" it into. ” His partner said: “Yeah, they really are, can’t wait to tittyfuck those babies.” Then they told me to shake my body from side to side so they could see them swinging. No choice but to comply again. They next said: “OK, now get down on your hands and knees facing us, and shake your body.”Again, once more I complied. And once again the rude and randy comments: “Look at them swing.”Then one of the men, the one without the gun came over to me and put his hand under my right breast and lifted it.