In the aftermath I lay gasping for breath atop the table, my head slumped to the left; then and as my eyes slowly refocused, the first face which I saw was Dave's; we were eye to eye and not six feet apart! I now realised that when Mike had lifted me from the ground, he hadn't just carried me to the nearest picnic table, nor I suspect one randomly chosen, he'd disported me upon the table immediately in front of my husband's chair; Dave had commanded a ring side seat for our performance! My immediate response was one of horror at Dave having been obliged to so closely witness my shameful behaviour and indeed, to hear it; I all too clearly remembered voicing (and loudly!) just moments earlier, that Mike was giving me "the best f**k I've ever had!" The feeling soon passed, as the lewd express
