As the afternoon moved on Richard and Charlottes flirting also became more intense. Everything was going brilliantly.“Shall we move this party back ...to our place” I said as we finished our third drink“Definitely” my wife said with a smile.Richard popped to the toilet while we waited for the taxi.“It’s going well” Charlotte smiled “Your still ok with this”“Oh yeah I can’t wait” My cock was so hard in my boxers it was aching. Im sure Richards was the same. In the taxi back to ours I sat in the. ..ung... ahhh," she sighed as his big fingers reached the already moist slit of her pussy.Ray wasted no time unzipping the jeans, and was surprised to find no panties underneath."No panties?" he said with a smile, leaning back to look the little slut in the eye, his hand reaching for the shaved slit again."I don't really need em, do I, Ray?" she asked, giggling again, as she lay down on Ray's old living room couch to allow Ray to remove her tennis shoes, and peel off her jeans."You don't need. To our frustration, 2 fucking people had already occupied the undercover area. And out the corner of my eye, I spotted a fithly little alleyway (which at this point in time was looking more like a 5-star hotel).We raced over to the alleyway, equally agreeing that this was as good as it was going to get.The dilemma of how this was going to take place then came to mind.I looked around for a chair, a bench, anything. All I could find was an empty Milk crate. Beggers cant be chosers... And I was. I may have to pull off the road for a bit and take care of this little problem.About an hour away from home, I see an old abandoned picnic ground, you know the ones that have the covered cook shack, I decided that this would be as good a place as any, I turn off the highway and drive around and make sure nobody else is there. Satisfied I am alone I pull my bike into the cook shack.There is an old picnic table inside, the benches are broken away but the top is still sturdy, a little dusty but I.