We where about half way there when Lyle blurted out I hope your ass is not as sore as mine is right now, because I really want to put ALL my cum in yo...u when im fucking you. I had no idea what he ment by that, so I said What do you mean? He then said I can cum a lot before my dick gets soft. I then said How many times can you cum? He didnt answer just yet because we had just reached the steps to the house, and he began saying Buster, your here boy. We then went upstairs and back into the bedroom. Two of the dancers beckoned to my wife to meet them backstage as they walked off the stage, their bare cheeks bouncing with their gait.My wife looked at me and I nodded, sending her off to what I knew would be a fun filled night for her. I wasn’t worried too much but I did want to be nearby so that nothing would happen to her.By the time I got backstage and found my wife, she was naked. The two dancers, who had beckoned for her to come backstage, were with her or should I say, on her. One of. She recalled the way he had grabbed her and kissed her in the garage. She had enjoyed it, more than she had admitted to George. But when he had called her the next day, well that was a bit scary. ‘That’s what kept me from pursuing him.’ She thought. She did not want anything but sex from him, clearly he wanted sex too, but she had to be sure that was all he wanted. ‘Damn! All I wanted was a little tub fun and I end up thinking about all of this, what’s the matter with me?’ He watched as her. I'll tell you why in just a bit. We settled in atop the bluff, our feet hanging from the sheer edge to take in the view, my arm around her waist, my eyes fixed on the prettiest of the view, Brandy. She giggled when she saw I was looking at her instead of the pure natural beauty of the lake and sky. It was a beautiful day in so many ways, clear skies of pale blue, temperature in the upper sixties which gave just enough chill to peak ones senses. Of course mine needed little prompting to be.