I gasped to myself in sheer pleasure and relief.The journey from my office earlier in the evening to the station, knowing I was carrying these items, ...had built up to quite an uncontrollable desire. I fumbled again and brought out a pair of lace top stocking, and panties and dressed myself further. It felt so nice with the silky fabrics sliding against each other and my tingling flesh. It was warmer, too, than the single sheet and thin blanket. I switched on my laptop and brought up some of the. Again.Since their last meeting they had discussed their fantasies over the internet and he had written stories which had made her wet just reading them, and in a few hours time she would get to meet him again and savour his long, thick cock.He had sent her some instructions which she would follow to the letter; they were simple but clear:Arrive to meet him at the airport wearing smart business type clothes; a blouse, skirt, stockings and high heels. She must not wear any panties when she meets. The local men were getting quite an eyeful of my wife as they walked by.After lying in the sun for an hour I suggested Sara take off her top."John, I don't know, I feel weird." Baby, you are already practically naked. If there is any time or place to do this this is it. Besides, you aren't the only one sun bathing nude." Okay, what the hell. Can you untie me?"I could see the look of anticipation on the guys' faces. As I pulled the knot out of the top I let it fall to the sand. Finally my wife's. Still, she didn’t stop pushing.She spread her legs as my face arrived between them. Her sensual womanly scent greeted me. I took a deep breath as I felt the warmth of her pussy against my face. My lips parted instinctively as I gently kissed her swollen labia. She pulled me tight against her and moaned.“Mmm.”Her moaning aroused me even more. I continued kissing and licking her moist lips. Her hands were moving my head up and down. I slid my tongue out and it caressed her pussy from top to.