Rachael made no effort at all to move her body from on top of Andrew’s.  In fact, the knowledge that her husband was standing not 20 feet away seemed to fuel her passion for Andrew.  Her hips began to rock harder against him and she used her thighs to lift her body up and then drop back down on Andrew’s cock.  She looked over her shoulder, a devilish smile on her face to make sure that Dave was watching, and he surely was, with a hang-dog expression on his face.  As uncomfortable as it appeared to make him, seeing his wife enjoying another man  with so much gusto, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.<br/><br/>All of a sudden, Rachael pulled back and rolled over onto the lounger on her back, pulling Andrew on top of her.  “Show him how good you make me feel,” she told him, digging her fingers into the flesh of his back.<br/>