I asked where she was going and she told me and I asked how she was getting there and she said by bus. I asked how long it would take by bus as it was... only 15 minute car ride away and she said just over an hour. And that’s not even taking into account sitting on the bus for an hour during this covid thing. I said if she can give me 5 minutes I’ll drop her off, she said that would be really great and save her so much time. She came in and sat in the garden with my wife talking and I told my wife. "We weren't going to be, but now we are," I said to her with a small smile, so that she knew fighting would be futile.I proceded to use my left hand on her breast as my right worked its way down between her legs. The warmth of the shower was still on her skin, and slipping my hand under her dress, I could feel her already soaked panties were already warm for another reason. The air between her legs was stiff and heavy, as I started rubbing her clit through her silky smooth panties. I could feel. I made a decision and discussed with my husband how to proceed. He told me "It's no problem logistically. Let's just get out of town and check into a hotel."We took off the following weekend. It was just like he said. We checked into a hotel, and went to a nearby bar. It was a comfortable place and there were lots of people there. Most of them were younger. We talked to lots of people for the first hour. I whispered to my husband, "How are we gonna get somebody". He said "All you've gotta do is. We started rubbing each others cock and suddenly, Marty backed off with an epiphany The hotel was loaded with Europeans. That meant there should be a lot of uncut cock on the hoof. We formulated a plan to begin in the downstairs shower. In brief, The Island House is a male only resort. Nudity,fucking and sucking was permissible anywhere except beyond a locked door in the lobby. Marty and I hit the group shower downstairs, lathered each other up and in the process I was noticing an ample number.