She let out a very undignified gasp, and immediately looked around to see if anyone had noticed. No one even gave her a second glance. Furtively, she ...oved against the bike seat again. God, it felt good.With a wicked grin, Amy realized if she were careful, she could probably get herself off on the bike. As nonchalantly as possible, Amy started to grind her swollen clit against the seat. She masked her arousal by peddling even faster, gasping for air and trying desperately not to make any. They stopped talking when I walked up. I introduced myself and said I need a place to hide. They all laughed and said stand over here we will help hide you. They all where wearing costumes that hid most of the body. One of them asked me why I had a sock on over my dick? I said it's over a chastity device see and I pulled it off. Oh a CB 3000 they all said together. I look up from mine to see they all where showing me that they had them on too. What's the deal I ask? Why did our wife's lock us. I could see the other woman was in her very early forties, shortish, with heavy, thick and lustrous blonde hair, and obviously having the time of her life. She was also half-naked, hold ups, very high heels, and wearing some sort of sharp designer suit, with nothing at all in the way of underwear anywhere. The skirt had ridden over her thighs, and bunched just on her buttocks. I could see she was smooth and very wet, and pierced with several heavy gold rings on her swollen pussy lips.I. Anger at Julie for being a lying, cheating bitch and anger at my "best friend" Jerry for stabbing me in the back. My frustration was also very strong; I was over 4600 miles from my home in Missouri and couldn't do anything about the situation in person.The only thing I could do was to send an email back to Julie. I started on the reply and decided that I would put all of my thoughts and feelings into that email. The email went on and on. It was actually a long letter taking up what would have.