Crying into each other's shoulders as they dealt with the latest break ups and the celebrations for the latest promotions. They had always been there ...ogether through everything. Tonight, everything had been perfect, with dinner, the flowers and the walk along the river. He's been right in front of her all this time.Her mind came back to the present moment as he was saying goodnight and apologizing for the kiss, mistaking her silence as her being ready for the night to end. In reality she. Then in one quick move, he buried his face in her pussy, and started to lick her while he reached up and playing with her tits. This was just too much, I knew I needed to stop this before he stuck his cock in her. But I just couldn't move. And u*********sly I had started jerking off again watching.I moved a little closer, still out of view. I was now probably only 5 feet from them, but they had no clue I was there. Then I heard it. The soft sounds of my wife moaning. I realized at that point,. Of course it's not called the Sugar Cane Plantation. And it's not a hidden bdsm club.What it is, is a delightful bed and breakfast near the top of a mountain on an island. I was shopping for real estate one day and the realtor took us there for lunch.It really was an old plantation house. It really does have old, crumbling brick walls. The main building really is restored from the original structure. It really is a delightful tropical hideaway.The island where it is located really was one of. Once in the booth it only took a matter of minutes before someone entered the one next to me. Again I followed the sites instructions, knelt down and rubbed my fingers around the hole. I could see through but only the front of his pants as he stood close to the hole. I watched as he pulled his pants down and pulled his cock out. He wasn't wearing underwear which got me even more turned on. His cock was gorgeous, a nice white cock, semi erect with a slight purple mushroom head. He moved forward.