So I hadn’t seen it in a year. For the six months prior to that, we fucked in there almost daily. She loved being fucked on the soft mat and would t...ansform into an insatiable slut whenever we fucked on it. I asked her if she was aware of how nasty and slutty she became when getting fucked in that room and she kind of shrugged it off and said it must be the mirrored walls and how they reminded her of the gymnasium back in high school when she was an aspiring gymnast and acrobat and then she. I added my highest black stilettos to finish off the look. My hubby was definitely approving of my outfit and I could tell he didn't want to go anywhere but the bedroom. I convinced him to take me out and show me off anyway. We went to a great steakhouse in town and had a delicious dinner and decided to have a drink at the bar afterwards. As we walked into the bar I noticed a few guys checking me out, one in particular was a handsome black man. I climbed up on the barstool and felt my dress. "Yeah," I agree. "Kinda cool, no wind."He looks at me and leans a little closer. "It's cool over there maybe, but not standing next to you."I smirk. "You trying to hit on me again?" Is it working?" he laughs.Hearing that sound makes my throat catch. "It's working, who knows maybe it'll get you somewhere." Still upset about Matt?" Obviously."He sighs. "I want to stand here and sweet talk you more, but knowing that, man I'm a douche." You're not," I touch his arm. "And besides, how do I move on. . I got my wives, so I don’t have to marry all of the women, unless they all wish to marry me.“As for the breeding of you and Anwyn, are you two really comfortable with that? I wouldn’t want to start trouble in your marriage right off the bat,” I asked each of them.“I’m fine with it, of course. It’s better than bedding my own brother, which combines my already strong distaste for cock with the serious squick of incest, a notion that already bothered me. The only reason why I even considered it.