We reminisced about our first honeymoon, and how Linda spent most of our drive-time playing with her new toy between my legs. I told her that I wouldn...’t mind at all if she wanted to do that again, so she did. But now, after 25 years, it was less urgent than it had been on that drive long ago, and more relaxed. And just as incredible. We finally arrived at the cabin. We unpacked the car and got ourselves situated in the cabin. Then I poured two glasses of champagne and lit a ginseng candle in. It was nice weather so we decided a day by the pool with hot and cold running pool attendants was right up our alley.It was 10 by the time we finally made it to the pool. I had to help her get undressed and into something that she could wear at a pool full of kids. She, of course, had to do the same with me. My board shorts were just fine, her Wicked Weasel suit wasn't.We were settled in for the duration it seemed. After applying lotion to each other, we just laid there and soaked up the. After then, there was a Muslim family which included one mid-aged man wearing pathani kurta pajama along with 2 mid-aged boys wearing the same. The movie started after about 5 minutes. And I got busy.Suddenly, after about 30 minutes, I felt one jerk from my wife’s hand and when I saw the Muslim man was holding her hand pulling towards him. Looks like he has taken out his dick under his kurta and she was either giving handjob to him or he was insisting her. I don’t know what but I started. .. what did Dr. Williamson call it? The “teenage libido”.Changing body and all that.My brow furrowed slightly at the thought. Something about that wasn’t right, but before I could really think about what it was, the doorbell rang again.“Mom!”“I’m coming,” she cried out. I felt a pang of guilt - I knew how excited she was about this date. She’d been primping herself for like ten hours, just getting ready.I’d assured her fifty million times that yes, her tits looked fine in the black top that.