I didn’t know how to process this. That was the very first time another man had touched my dick with erotic intent (as compared to doctors, nurses,... etc.). I was on overload. This was my first wife-sharing experience, and here was this guy jacking me off in a swimming pool.All at once, there is the sound of another car in the driveway, and I thought, Ok. We are having company. It was Karl’s wife Francine returning home. He let go of me as she entered the pool area some ten feet away. She said. This way, not only will she not see what is coming next - and where I'm aiming next - but it will also protect her eyes in case I miss. Better safe than sorry, right?I start with a riding crop, figuring that it should be fairly easy to use. It's basically a more or less fixed shaft, about as long as my forearm plus hand, with a small flexible piece of leather attached at the tip. It makes a sharp cracking sound when it hits skin, but it does not appear to be extremely painful. Just regular. Many women in the gym cast envious eyes her way spurring them on to try to work out hoping to attain her physique.Outside the windows, the sun was setting, shadows moving along with the traffic. Paying no attention, she toweled herself alongside the machines. Her sweat soaked grey gym suit outlined her breasts with dark lines, accenting them even more than usual. Turning and bending down to retrieve her workout notepad, the short blouse hung down giving a view of her bra. Her shorts pulled. The youths might be swaggering in a way that suggested trouble, but it was a necessary show for such gangs to flaunt their aggression simply to ensure that they wouldn't be seen as vulnerable and thereby invite trouble from other gangs. Eugenie wondered whether she and her friends, armed as they were with their own makeshift clubs, spears and slingshots, might not make a similar impression on the poor people of Epping. As they strode into the woods following the yellow and blue marker trails.