Fishing a key from his pocket he opened the door and ushered her inside. The layout was traditional – a narrow hall with doors to the right side and...what was probably the kitchen at the far end, while a staircase on the left led to the bedrooms on the upper floor. Just inside the entrance was a large coat stand and full length mirror. As she moved past Rowena paused to inspect the damage to her clothes. They might clean up, though she doubted it. At the moment she could have been a fugitive. Then I suddenly realized that this was one of the reasons I'd come outtonight. I'd been getting a little bored of just pissing people offremotely and wanted to do it a little more close and personal so I couldsee their faces and get some real satisfaction. I looked around the barand immediately spotted several likely opportunities.At one table there were two guys who were obviously a bit drunk. One ofthem was lighting a cigarette while the other was paying attention to acute waitress off to. Not a soul here besides you and I knew about my little secret. Another assist, another notch on the buzzer. Another miss, another drink of my near empty mug. I was edging close to the point of no return when I noticed someone was walking right towards me. It was Suzy, one of the wives (or was it girlfriend?) of one of the newer guys.She waved as she approached so I politely greeted her, “Hi Suzy!”“Hey there, how is it going?” She asked.I didn’t want to be rude, but I was in no position to try. We made it as far as my kitchen sink. By then my husband's pyjama bottoms were left at the font door, and my milky t-shirt was over my swinging breasts, as we fucked and heaved, I was past caring, we had not even made it to the bedroom, and all I could moan was, "Fuck me", over and over, until that release came in bucket-loads.I had to sit down, albeit splay legged and shaking. It was a sexual experience more than I could even imagined, and I cared not a jot, that I was sitting in such a.