“I thought ... well, you are hitting your late ... forties. I thought ... Menopause?” The last word was almost whispered.I sat there, speechless. ...He actually thought I was going through menopause? This fucking clueless moron. I started feeling better about my outburst. He deserved it.“I’m forty-six, you mother-fucker,” I hissed through clenched teeth.“I can still have kids for years. Unlike you, you fucking waste of space. When was the last time you got it up without a blue pill??” I sneered at. “Ok, one more thing.” I regained control of the meeting. “Electronics. We will need a navigation system and access to the internet. An antenna for digital TV channels so we can get local weather and news. There should be plenty of storage under the bus for luggage. What about laundry?”“We’ll need to find places to do laundry on the road. I’m sure that we can do laundry at Mike’s or Beth’s house when we go there.” Erin said.“Then we should bring our own soap and stuff, just to be polite. That. I told her my rationale for this was, "In case someone came upon us". She didn't think twice about the idea, I think being too excited to notice much what I was doing with her dress, so I did this, at the same time pressing my rampant cock forward to enter her open, wet, cunt with ease.The stranger had paused now about fifteen feet from us, seeming as if he didn't know now what to do. I began to fuck my wife with long, slow strokes, at the same time beckoning him to come near, but holding one. I started chatting with the bartender and he told me that it didnt start filling up until about 8:30, so I just sat there looking around. I should probably explain that Im not a heavy drinker, mostly because I tend to get friendly when I get drunk, and it only takes about 3 or 4 drinks to get me there. So by the time the bar started filling up Id already had 2 drinks and was working on a third. Now there were guys all around me touching caressing me as they got their drinks rubbing up against.