I looked across at the man fucking my wife and grinned. As he went in long and slow I rammed his wife hard and fast."Oh, yes, yes, yes! Do it to me...Daniel. Fuck me hard! Ram me, my honey!" Sam's words were hurried and breathless as I increased the tempo, pulling her onto my pounding cock.I looked across to my wife, or what I could see of her, legs by her head, body covered by that of another man. She was moaning and, I think, sobbing as he continued to slowly ravage her. I returned. He phoned for a chat and suggested they meet up at a well known park in her town that afternoon as it was public and a lovely sunny day. Asking to meet him in cafe opposite the main gates he added that as a favour to him – and a big help to her - could she wear what he called a wide skirt and no panties. She thought it cheeky but was curious. ‘Hello Joan’, said Simon who he thought was a good looking 56 with greying hair and smartly dressed. After collecting two very large coffees, he sat down. “It’s nice to meet you, Fabian.” “I’m almost scared to be standing over here.” They all laughed, and before long several of Marcus’ teammates made their way over to their now growing group. Tables were brought up and Hadley found that she was the only girl in the group. “So how do you know Jennings?” Fabian asked, his voice booming over the crowd behind him. “Technically, I kind of know you too.” All four of the men instantly looked at her, their eyes widening at her declaration. Hadley. He paused next to her heated skin and caught her attention with his beady eyes. She reached out her hand and grasped his wiggling thickness letting it coil around her arm like a pulsating vine. His thoughts touched her in her innocent mind but soon descended straight into her matted pubic hair. Her hand was still busy there and he allowed his long tail to slide between her legs with a deviousness born of perverted desire. Her natural vaginal excitement heightened by her own innocent touch soon.