I immediately knew something was wrong so I sat down across the table from her waiting to apologize for whatever it was she was about to accuse me of....She pushed a small stack of papers across the table at me and asked me to take a look at them. My head was spinning and my heart was racing as I thought that they might be divorce papers. I didn’t want to look…fearing the worst, but I forced my eyes down to the table and the page on top of the stack of papers. I was immediately relieved…then a. And before you ask: no I hadn't shaved, although to be fair I wasn't exactly very hairy (I had began trimming a few months beforehand). Sarah smiled and sat next to me, her hand reaching to my thigh and her eyes stuck between my legs. I giggled and asked "What about yours?". She laughed out loud, the situation so strange to us. But to my pleasant surprise she pulled hers off without hesitation, revealing what appeared to be a verrrry attractive pussy lol. "Shall we then?" she asked, and I. “Better get back to the dinner,” she commented as she pulled away.Ian gave her a playful slap on the bottom. “Yes, a woman’s place and all that,” he joked.“Kitchen and bedroom,” Jerry said as she turned and laughed.“And in that order as well,” Ian quickly responded.“Yes Sir,” was her final retort. * Dinner was a relaxed affair, enjoying their steaks with their wine. Ian talked about his life as a single man cuckolding other men. He was frank, if not brutal, in explaining away his preferred. When you learn that their club meetings are weekends during the times your games are on, you are ecstatic. You encourage her to join. At her first meeting she learns that she is the only female in the club, and they need a model. She is shy at first, but loves the attention they give her and agrees to be a nude model for the photographers. The sounds of the shutters clicking as she strips for her poses stimulate her. The rapt attention of the photographers as they stare at her in obvious lust.