.there you know it all now we are swingers."She crushed out her cigarette and looked across the table at me. "Youshocked?" she asked."Eh well yes, I h...d no idea." No one does, not even George or anyone around here, we go to parties inthe city, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Newcastle all around really." So last night you wanted me to have sex with Gavin as well?" I asked."Not if you didn't want to, we wouldn't have forced you only if youwanted to do it."I lit another cigarette. Melissa was stretched on. "I showed you mercy last time, but now you leave me no choice."Arram struggled in the grip of the slave and said, "Do you have any idea who that is?"The stranger looked at him. "Yes; do you?" He is Haroun al-Rashid!" You are mistaken," said the thin man. "I am Haroun al-Rashid. That man is an imposter." He narrowed his eyes. "And I don't know who you are."Icy sweat drenched Arram. Before he could reply the slave put a sack over his head, and he was dragged away.His heart sank. He had no idea. Which is where things lead up to in my story.During my travels I’ve been looking to play, safely, for some time. As mentioned, I’m not well endowed, far from it, which precludes me from a number of opportunities other than those from a professional woman and/or kink. I don’t mind a bit of kink and have always had leanings towards a cuckold/submissive type. I’ve just never been in a relationship where it was even comfortable to seriously discuss adding another guy/couple let alone something. Oh, let me tell you. Sheena was wearing a pink satin saree. With black sleeves blouse and was looking gorgeous. Just wanted to fuck her right there. However, I did control myself.After a while, she asked what if my wife gest to know about all this. I assured her that nobody will get to know as this will be secret between us. I took a sip of juice and had not even gulped it when Sheena started kissing me on my lips. I exchanged juice from my mouth to her and she drank all of it.She like that way.