Slipping just a tiny little bit further out, I could at least get a glimpse ofher profile. Still it was hard to make out the whole scene, but suddenly... aflash of reflections helped put things straight. There it was again. A bright, shiny spark in the intense afternoon sun, almost absorbedby the thick layer of leaves, but still. Wet and shiny, kind of metallicand cold in texture, like a knife, or a sword? or a gun! Associations keptfloating over my mind, seemingly without any rational reason.. ‘I’ll get you some ice.’ If it meant that we could overcome this whole ordeal and go back to the way things were, I gladly would have accepted my punishment, bearing my shiner with pride. But things still seemed a little rocky and I had to play my cards right. It was time for me to act like a grown up, or at least try to do a good imitation of one. Jeanie got back with a pack of ice in her hand, which she placed none too gently on my eye. ‘This should keep the swelling down.’ ‘Thanks,’ I. After about half an hour, by which time the room was full, mainly middle-aged couples like ourselves, the lights dimmed, and the first act started. This was a young woman who looked exactly like a Fragonard painting, and who removed her clothing slowly and decorously to the music of Jean Phillippe Rameau if I wasn't mistaken, just as if she was a lady preparing for bed. Once she had taken off everything except her pale gold g-string, she put on a diaphanous robe, and seated herself in a small. I remember looking up at her when she introduced me to ‘girl on top’ as she writhed on top of me as she rode me, her breasts, probably B or C cup wobbled alluringly. Then she showed me doggy fashion and again I was just stunned to look down at her perfectly formed ass and watch as my cock slid between her pussy lips. After her husband returned I never managed to fuck her again after those two days. One evening after we had all gone to bed I could hear her and her husband fucking in their next.