Setting up the tent

(alternative history within Mrs.G #4 - Alien Feelings). Malik was licking me over the panties, and in the situation I was in, it didn't take a lot for me to get turned on, and even loudly moaning in front of other people in the park. Including my husband, and his partner - Agent L. Even I was on the edge of orgasm, and the whole world was spinning around me, I succeeded to secure the latch. Malik didn't stop though, and my hand instinctively grabbed his black curly hair, and pushed his head towards my core, wanting to get his tongue inside me. A chuckle rumbled in Malik's throat, vibrating against her sensitive skin. He pulled away, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're not shy, are you?" he asked, his grin wicked. My cheeks flamed, confusion twisting my features. A quick glance around made me suddenly aware of the other people around us. My husband's face mirrored my own shock, and Agent L’s eyebrows had disappeared into her hairline. Malik seemed to sense my disorientation. His strong hands slid under my thighs, helping me off the chair. When down, he took me by my hand, his grip firm. "Come," he said - "My tent is more private." The world spun around me as I allowed him to lead me away. My eyes caught my husband's incredulous stare, but I my face was blank while I was walking away. Into Malik's tent. In the middle of it was an air mattress. Malik pulled me down on it ,and now I was on my back, in the tent of this stranger, that I only met one hour ago. "Comfortable, isn't it?" he said, his eyes never leaving mine. Malik wasted no time. His fingers hooked around the edge of my panties, and I raised my legs so he could easily pull them up my legs. As he did, his eyes were roaming my exposed form with undisguised desire. "I like those nice red hairs," he mused aloud, his gaze focused on my pussy. His fingers traced a path along my wetness, causing me to arch her back in response. -"And so wet already." Malik took his dick out, and aligned himself with me, the tip of his length teasing my entrance. A soft whimper left my lips, and I clutched the sheets beneath me, in expectation of the feeling of this stranger's dick entering me. But he didn't, he just used his tip to tease me more. "Malik," I finally begged,. "Please. Fuck me." The words where all the permission he needed. He pushed forward, filling me in one smooth stroke. A cry tore from my throat. My body started moving in rhythm with his. And each thrust drew a fresh wave of pleasure in me, my cries growing louder with every moment. I didn't care that someone might hear me, they all could probably do. My husband. Agent L... But, in that moment, nothing mattered but the feel of Malik inside me. Finally the climax hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing as the pleasure reached its peak. I cried out for the last time, the cry so loud - a testament to the intensity of my release. I never imagined this could happen when I got in the camp early in the morning, with the intention to check if there is anything going on between my husband and his partner Agent L.