Her pussy, still damp and swollen, was leaking her husband’s cum. In the space of five hours, she had two cocks in her. She thought of her coitus in...terruptus with her son as foreplay for his father. As always fucking her husband was very satisfying. When she felt Sam’s hand on her thigh, she reached over and caressed his. Mother and son sat in the darkness dinking their beers and stroking each other’s thighs.“Can I ask you a question, son?’“Sure mom! Anything!”“Did ... did ... uhhhh! Did you. She stared out the window for several minutes. “Oh, isn’t the view just LOVELY?” she gushed. “It sure is,” although I knew that we were talking about two different views. Jen broke my reverie. “Can we stop? I mean…can we go down there? I’d love to take a moonlight walk on the beach.” “Sure thing.” I pulled over at the next beach access, and drove down the winding road toward the ocean. We found a small parking. He thought, “Either they have great taste in art or the place was professionally furnished.”He was studying a model of an old sailing vessel encased in a glass cube. He knew enough about vintage sailing ships and flags to know this one flew the Hanseatic League colors of Pomerania, then a part of Poland.He heard a door open, but was so intent on studying the model that she surprised him.“Interested in ship models, Les?” He recognized Renatta’s voice.He turned to see her, as if for the first. My pussy watered at the thought and I accepted his invite. The next day I showed up and we went straight to sex. This man knew how to fuck and he knew how to bring me to orgasim. We finished and laid there, me snuggled up to him with his cum leaking from my cunt. Thats when Mike told his real reason for paying me for sex. He told me that his business was providing sex to men. He called it the Hospitality Committee and they provide "ladies" to men coming to the country club to play sports in.