I had decided to wear a black lace thong. I doubt you could even tell it was lace, seeing that it barely covered anything. I had a matching black bra ...hat covered my nipples and just about nothing else. Even then, they poked through. I had bought it on one excursions when I thought it would be useful. Tonight, it finally was. My stiletto heels killed my feet. I was doubting she would show up. Finally, I sat down on a bar stool on the opposite side. I had made myself a martini when I heard the. I thought what the fuck, he wanted to dance with her!But anyway my wife did look like she needed some rest,she was pooped. She couldn’t stand on her two feet.Daga pulled her up and tried to carry her to a room butcouldn’t, I was damned to have to help the bitch but asif god was on my side, Mahesh came rushing by andoffered to help. I was so pissed that I didn’t eventhank him. But a few minutes later, I realized thathow stupid I had been to have not thanked him so I gotup. I noticed she was toying with her pussy over her suit a little, and I knew she was getting randy. Out of nowhere we heard someone walking on our path from the parking lot. It was two middle aged men carrying their beach gear. J popped her tits out for them to see as they walked by. They slowed and stopped, then placed their beach stuff near us, in sight of J. Both men stripped off their trunks and were naked. They faced the beach and would have to turn to their left to see J. This seemed to. I got a call from her about 40 minutes after she left. "Hello." "Hello." "Hey baby, I don't know what to do. I've been driving around in circles, getting on the highway and off the highway over and over." "Okay, why?" "Can I tell you something without you getting mad?" "Uhh, sure." "Well, you remember how I told you about "Mitchell" and how he wanted to get together for coffee? Well, I finally told him yes for tonight, but I've been driving around in circles debating wether I should go or not..