I head to my favorite club wondering what the night will bring. Sitting at the bar I’m listening to the music and scanning the room. All over there ...re couples grinding their bodies to the beat. My body begins to move slightly to the music and can feel the pressure building inside of me. I need a man. Scanning the room again I see him. He is wearing a cobalt blue button down which nicely accentuates the blue of his eye and a pair of tight blue jeans that hug his body beautifully. Turning. Dave thought oh my god she looks amazing and his cock began to stiffen. ‘Take off your shirt and trousers’ she ordered. Dave nearly fell over removing his clothes so quick, Meg then pulled out a blindfold and pushed Dave into the middle of the bed. Climbing on top she said ‘you know what I want’ Dave nodded and slide her tiny red thong to one side. He slowly licked Meg’s bald pussy as she moaned. Dave couldn’t believe how wet she was. Meg began to moan loudly as she got close to cumming. She. Grant was a good looking but ordinary guy about 5 feet 10 inches tall, medium build and medium to dark hair with a modern, "just out of bed" style. Whatever Grant wore, he wore well, from suits at work to jeans at night, he just looked good in them. I was asked to show him the ropes and immediately felt a fondness for him. He was the same age as me and shared my love of football and nights out and he was very quickly absorbed into our circle.Over the coming months, I was aware that I really. And what made it even worse for me was that the last man inside me, the last man to have my body wasn't even my husband! It was Hugo! The man that I let destroy my marriage and send the man I love to prison! Hugo! Even now, that thought makes me sick. Sick at heart as well as sick to my stomach. When the memory surfaces, as it does on those days when the world seems to have it in for me, I end up on the floor in the bathroom, still wet from the shower that never seems to make me feel clean. And.