I began to wonder if my heart rather than my cock was the weak spot in this plan. Surely I couldn’t keep this pace up night after night, after all i... wasn’t like I was a 20-year-old, though I might feel like it.We made our way to my ‘boudoir’, a word they had never come across (it didn’t translate, so I used the English, or French, whichever) but which I was pleased to find became included in the normal conversation surprisingly quickly. Boudoir: a bedroom where a man may find himself capable. My pussy was soon wet.Thanks to the alcohol, we started making out right there were we were sitting. Knowing people were watching me being fondled, kissed, and fingered by a complete stranger in front of my husband has an incredible and unexpected turn on. Before I knew it I was in the middle of the room being fucked for the first time by someone other than my husband. And in front of a dozen or so people to boot. I came harder than I had ever cum before.I saw him several times afterward, and. It was a very sexy movement. She starts to unbutton her blouse, and walks to the door in the back of her office, ‘Follow me’ she says, and her shirt falls to the ground, leaving us to see the back of a black lace bra. I look at Jill in shock, and she looks at me the same way, we both stand up, and follow. We are now in a room with two big fluffy chairs, and a king size bed. She turns around ‘Jill put on a show to warm us up please? Glen, You can sit here’ as she points to the other chair. She. I can feel each of them using me exactly how I wanted. The inner slut I know I can be is being fucked out of me. The moans and gags of the three of us linger in the air. The tempo of their speed picks up. They begin fucking me faster. Rob begins to slap my ass, and with each slap it becomes harder. He’s so rough; my ass is turning a bright red. I feel how thick Mike’s cock is getting, pooling pre-cum into the back of my throat, and I swallow it. It causes my throat to ripple with his cock.