We ended up on a giant bear rug in their entertainment room. We were all over each other. I didn't want to leave Marty's cock, but didn't want Beth to... feel left out. As such, I had Beth squat on my face while I stroked Marty's engorged cock. I sucked Beth's cunt like there was no tomorrow. Marty was massaging Beth's tits, all the while. After an appreciable period of play, Beth needed to reposition herself. She slid away a few feet, and said "Why don't you to give me a show?" No need for. She followed him, not wanting to fall flat on her face from trying to resist. She wasn't quite sure if the man either didn't know who she was or maybe she was just blocking his way. She noted how he looked from behind. He had short but yet shaggy black hair. A faded blazer over a white t-shirt, paired with worn out jeans and white sneakers. He pulled her into what she saw was one of their storage rooms as they hid behind a heavy curtain that was waiting to be used for an arriving exhibit. Her. ”He chewed his lip and perused the lunch menu.“You know I subscribe to the philosophy of sexual economics.”I did. He had explained the theory one evening at a boring work’s conference.“So in my view, she is joining this group to denigrate husbands for one of three reasons. Which one, I can’t tell without interviewing her, which I presume you don’t want me to do?”I shook my head. I didn’t need her telling the witch’s circle about that as well. I would drop to the very bottom of the league table. I waved to the New Slave Boy, and he waved back.When he got to where I had left my clothes and towel he laid his towel out but instead of lying down to work on his speedo tan, he just stood there looking at the two men walking up the beach. Eventually they all exchanged waves and then the New Slave Boy disappeared up in to the dunes. The two guys followed him and disappeared as well.I wanted a piece of whatever was going on up in those dunes.The next wave couldn't come fast enough, I walked.