We chatted among the gathered guests and this time Chloe was aware of the slight looks and little flirts that occurred and what these may lead to duri...ng the evening. Dinner was announced and we all moved to the main room which was a large wooden paneled 'hall' with hunting trophies hanging on all walls. Lighting was by candle only and the sense of intimacy was immediate. Again the couples were seated separately. Chloe was placed in the middle of one side flanked by a South American man called. Sis and I talked and I let slip that things between me and Bruce were not all beer and skittles. What I didn’t tell her was that he seemed to have lost interest in me to the extent that we hadn’t had sex for several weeks. He kept saying work was draining him and he was too tired. If it wasn’t for my masturbation sessions I would have been climbing the walls. Amy twigged that there was something wrong and bit by bit, over a couple of visits, she dragged out the whole sorry story. I assured her. Seeing me, visibly seeing her breath quicken, her chest rising and falling, as she, teasingly, rubs her hands over her body. My pulse races, as I see the outline of her nipples hardening under her robe, knowing, treasures of treasures, she is nude, or nearly, underneath. She licks her lips, nodding slightly, her sign for pleasure. I unzip my jeans, pulling my rock hard cock out of my pants, seeing her eyes locked on my thick cock. Undoing my belt, and unbuttoning my jeans, so she can see my. And a man was staring at me. The bikini top fell uselessly behind my back. Tears leaked from my closed eyes."Very nice tits!" He began to touch me. It was almost as horrible as when he put his finger between my legs. I had to open my eyes. Two hands covered my breasts. He gently pinched my nipples and they slowly stiffened. I stared down at my body. It must be a dream. There was no way what I was seeing could be true. Was that my body being fondled by this stranger? Were those my nipples.