”He turned back to my wife, his face inches from hers. He had his hands on Jude’s hips, holding her crotch to his. I gripped the middle finger of ...is right hand and pulled it back. The hand came with it. Slick seemed to wince.I pulled him back enough to separate them and fixed him with my best steely-eyed stare. “I’m going to dance with my wife, now, Marcel. Find another wife to rub on.” I moved in between them and pulled Jude to me as I released his hand.Marcel rubbed his finger. It would. The hostess walked up to us and said our table was ready. Carol nodded and said, "I'd be delighted."Our table was in a secluded corner. I ordered another round of martinis. We made small talk for a while. Carol said she and her husband came to the resort often, that they liked the freedom it allowed both of them.Joan reached out and tweaked Carol's nipples. Carol smiled. I smiled. We ordered steaks and baked potatoes for dinner along with a bottle of Malbec. We small talked, had some slightly. I held her hips tightly and vented my feeling through my hips, hammering away viciously, fucking her as hard as I could.Looking between us, I was hypnotized by the sight of my thickness stretching her, filling her. With each stroke her flesh clung to me, stretching outward before yielding. I pulled out to the edge, spread her cheeks with my hands and toyed with her pink little slit, nudging my cock head into her, watching her opening stretch obscenely wide to take me. I slowed, squeezing her. Tabatha was grinning wickedly at him. It wasn't a let's have sex grin. He couldn't quite determine what was on her mind. He simply hadn't known her long enough yet."What?" he had to ask.She grinned wider at him. 'I have a secret... '"Alright, What's your secret?" he asked, chuckling at her antics. Instead of answering, she climbed up on top of him and began rubbing herself against his hard-on.For the last few days, she'd been letting Jake make the sexual advances, believing she'd been stifling.