"That's good,” said Tina, eyeing me over. “But we’re not just nudists; we’re also swingers. John loves to share me and watch me get fucked by ...ther guys." That one took me by surprise. But, I said I was fine with that. Tina asked if I would like to strip and join them in the kitchen for a drink. “Sure! Why not?” I said, starting to take my shirt off. “Hold on! Let Tina do that for you," said John, motioning Tina over to me. I stopped undressing and Tina came over and started to undress me. She. " Am I a... good... lay?"The way she asked the question, haltingly, uncertain, like she really didn't know, made me want to assure her."You're the best!" How do you know? Shouldn't you check?"My cock was fully extended, pressing against her pussy. It felt open and damp."It's not necessary to check. I already know you're a good lay," I teased.The head of my cock was buried in her pussy and we were dangerously close to full insertion. I knew she was on the edge and wouldn't have objected if I had. Before leaving the room they had instructed me to change into the clothes they had laid down on the bed.My heart was pumping furiously. On one hand was the desire of being cross-dressed in front of other people going to be fulfilled and on the other was the risk of the news getting out of the group which may lead to humiliation.However, I gave into my desires and started to see the clothes which were laid out for me. I was happy to see that my friends did to me was what I gave them. They had a. ”“Ben said your husband was an officer in the war effort abroad; is he due any leave Iris?” I asked cautiously.There was an uncomfortable silence before she answered.“Ronald was lost in Afghanistan over six months ago Margo.” She replied evenly.“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled awkwardly, my blunder causing me to blush.Iris slid her hand through my arm. It’s OK Margo ... really, she said simply, “Come on! Lets show you the kitchen garden.”Later, in the cool of the library we relaxed into deep cushioned.