“Who knew?” He laughed leaning down to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Who knew my little slut was actually a chicken deep down inside?” “Don...��t call me that here,” I shoved his arm from its perch around my neck. Laughing off my discomfort, he pulled me close. “Where did that little hellion go?” He smirked. “You know, the one I fuck every night?” “She’s right here.” I told him, sorely tempted to pout like a little kid. “I’m just… I’m nervous.” The bastard had the nerve to roll his eyes at me.. That is until after two glasses of champagne. Suddenly she was just sitting there with a smile on her face and looking blankly into space. She was as high as a kite. Well that's the evening over, I better go call a taxi and get her home I thought to myself. I asked at the bar if they could phone a taxi for me. The barman said no need to, there are always taxi's outside. I thanked him and as I turned around I was shocked to see a guy sitting in the booth next to my wife. He seemed to be. If these men could make me cum like that, Dean could take all the pictures he wanted. It was one hundred times stronger than any orgasm I’d ever had before.Amazingly the man fucking me didn’t slow down, even as I orgasmed, he just kept pounding into me as he held my legs wide apart. “Oh yes”, I heard myself moan, “Fuck me. Make me cum." I couldn’t believe those words were coming out of my mouth, but having another orgasm that strong was all I could think about. I didn’t have to wait long. Just. We’re all on the plus side but attractive enough for this pig to think he hit the jackpot. Our only disappointment was that he could actually hold his liquor like he often bragged he could. It was almost early the next morning before he was pissed d***k enough to get on with the rest of the activities. Our beefy booty bandit was pissed off that he had to wait in the bedroom closet that long, but I didn’t care. He wasn’t going to take his frustration out on us anyway. It took all three of us to.