One of my longstanding fantasies has been to have sex outside. Not to be deliberately seen, but just to spice things up with a bit of risk. I never ex...ected to realize that fantasy because (1) my wife and I take the marriage vow of "forsaking all others" seriously, and (2) Cecily is the most modest person this side of the Victorian era. (That's not to say she's a prude - lock the bedroom door, close the blinds, and she's everything you could ask for in a wife and a lover.) So when my friends. Just then the front door bell rang, I immediately left Charlady alone to answer the door; Just as I was leaving I could not resist a playful slap on her arse. I could imagine Charlady straining her ears to try to find out whom and how many were at the door. I took the guys into the front room and quietly explained my plan for the next hour or so.In effect this was that, they would remove their clothes here in the living room and would quietly in pairs enter the master bedroom have their fun. When I arrived I discovered a line-up at the counter. It seemed that the clerk had forgotten his password and couldn’t log into the cash register. As a number of us squirmed around playing pocket pool, the clerk decided to say if we were there for the arcade we could just go on in. That saved me $8—a good start.I wandered around the booths a bit and noticed some promising possibilities. My usual come-on trick is to go into one of the larger booths while leaving the door open. I make sure it the. We were out as a group but eventually, my girlfriend Åsa and I, were surrounded by a group of young guys from a local football club.We were have the Vodka poured down our throats, masked by orange juice, so we were unaware the effect it was having on our judgement, and before we realised we were alone as the others had left to go onto another boozer.The guys were really quite a nice bunch, they teased us with innuendos about porn and Swedish girls, but on the whole, there was no rough.