We were roughly twenty yards from the clearing but hidden in the undergrowth. Another tug and I turned again. Beckoning me towards her, Sharon was mov...ing off the path, into the trees and to a slight grass bank. I followed and we both crouched looking through the trees at Jill and the two men from the pub. The bench was at an angle that offered us a good view. We could not see Jill face on, more of her profile. The two men were stood facing her, Jill was giggling, and the taller of the two men,. Most were outside the dress grabbing at her ass and boobs. It was never that bad while school was in session. The college boys were very handsy.Some were pretending to be casual and just brushed a hand or two across her body. One guy who she guessed was sitting on a barstool (he was behind her so she never saw him) actually shoved a hand up her dress and was playing with her butt cheeks while she was trapped and couldn’t keep moving.She was standing next to me at the bar leaning up on her toes,. “You’re going to be ok.” I reached for her chin, and pulled her face up to look at me. “I promise. You’ll be ok.” She looked at me, with eyes wet with tears, but managed a weak smile as she put her head on my shoulder.We sat motionless on the couch for some time simply feeling the warmth of two bodies touching. I gently stroked her head trying to add comfort to her obviously uncomfortable situation. I heard her breathing slow and become steady. Her hand on my chest, her head on my shoulder,. I would not say we were in a rut, in fact, far from it, despite our years of monogamy. My wife and I had tasted and experienced each other in just about every way imaginable, and in some very interesting places. We shared our imaginations just as eagerly as we shared our bodies, neither of us placing limits on the other's lustful desires. But it had been quite some time since we had tried anything new. And new, especially when it was suggested by my wife, usually meant exciting!Oral sex was our.