Why wear clothes at the batch. The four of us share a space clothes are not required. A checky reach across the table to expose myself to you as I know how much you love my arse. The reaction priceless and instant as you brush past me and start to grow. Hubby has disappeared the moans and crys coming from the bedroom make me horny as fuck as I know hubby is giving his mistress a cracking good time. The air is electric, without looking or being touched I can feel you behind me watching and waiting for permission. Without warning your hand is on my back pushing me onto the table one hand on my back, the other on the back of my neck squeezing tightly. You enter me hard, balls deep the power of the trust lifts my feet clean of the floor. I get my footing just in time as the length of your big cock drives back in. Your strong hands holding my hips as you pull all the way out before slamming me into the table once more. Like animals we fuck hard grunting panting time seems to have stopped until his hands around my neck squeezing hard sends my body into ecstacy orgasmic electric shocks runs through my mind my body dripping with sweat helpless powerless vulnerable to your strength I submit to you. I Collapse on the table cum running down my legs. You whisper in my ear good girl. With a slap on the arse you are done. I can't move my body spent, his wife brings me a drink my hubby is by my side the four of us recover as it's just the beginning of what was the best long weekend at the beach.