Over his back, between his cheeks, nowhere was forgotten. It seemed to be very other man's aim to stroke him somewhere intimate – for good luck? Al... the time that they had been rubbing the oils on, the two groups had been moving gradually closer together. Now the young woman and the man were almost within touching distance. I was so excited I knew I would cum again with what was about to happen in front of me. What I hadn’t expected was what was happening behind me! The woman’s hands were. She had never met this man before but it didn't matter he was here for a reason and doing what she was doing was part of it. Max turned his eyes away as she welcomed the other guy the same way. His name was Juan.She would never do that to Max. When she did kiss him on the lips he was not allowed to kiss back. His lips had to remain passive. He was her husband and had to watch as she gave strange men all her displays of affection she would never grant him."Guys, this is my husband Max the Sissy. I giggled to myself, then started to panic again, maybe she knows!, this is stupid I thought, my heart racing again, I need a drink!. Jim put his arm around my waist and we headed to the bar. We sat in the bar which had a few guests in, two couples and a lone female, where were they? I thought, I had a couple of drinks, quickly drinking a bottle of wine before Jim suddenly got up, "Come on then lets go upstairs", "Ha ha good one Jim, you've had me terrified we were meeting men here, you're. With light laugh she takes me gently by the hand and I follow blindly. At a rack of dresses my mystery lady stops, takes both my hands, holds them out and studies me from head to toe. Once again blood invades my cheeks and I self-consciously drop my head and drop my eyes to the floor. A gloved finger hooks beneath my chin and gently raises it until my eyes meet those dark almond pools. Seconds pass as we gaze unblinking into each other's eyes. At thirty years of age I am not without sexual.