” They pointed me towards where the ladies washroom was and asked whether I would be okay on my own. I gave a friendly smile and felt nice that they...actually somewhat cared for me. I watched them rush downstairs like children on Christmas and went inside the washroom.I got into a stall and took off my shirt and my bra. My boobs were sticky with the men’s spit. Then I took off my tight jeans and felt the stickiness of my legs. I pulled down my panties lightly and noticed that they were. Another couple had set up quite near us and I was fucking my wife again and they were watching us, she was wanking her partners cock and occasionally sucking him. I told my wife to look at them and see his hard cock.We then spent about half an hour performing sexual acts with our partners whilst watching each other (they were about 15 yards away) – They were young and more attractive than us (we are mid forties and over weight) so she was a bigger draw than us for sure and soon enough they had. Tactics and options were discussed, background to similar operations elsewhere, and it quickly became very technical. The room was not too big, and it got warm before very long. Karen slowly unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off her shoulders to hang it over the back of her seat. I tried not to be too obvious about it, but as she did this she stretched the white fabric of her blouse across what was clearly a perfectly formed pair of full thrusting breasts, their precise form disguised by. A shudder went through me as my hand worked, slowly at first, than faster, until my finger slipped lower, leaving the ball of my hand to rub the clitoris. My finger had slipped inside me, pushing higher, trying to reach that place that hubby always touched. As I continued to lay, my hand masturbating my cleanly shaved cunt, I lost myself in reflection. My mind was a montage of mental images, of black man fucking me. I thought about hubby, how he loved to lick my pussy. Now I imagined him.