"Jenny, if you want to save this marriage you'd do better to find a reason for me to forgive you, rather than work to frighten me out of the divorce.J...nny gave a near hysterical laugh. "You'll never get another date once you leave me. You'll be all alone, and the kids won't be enough. You'll crawl on your knees begging met to take you back, and you know what. I'll be having fun, just like I did last night."I think Jenny realized she had said too much because her face turned white and she rushed. His driver was Carl Tuffnell, a compact, triangular shaped gym-bunnywith a broad, black face, cropped hair and a couple more ear piercingsthan me. Carl had about ten years on me and twanged his words with aripe accent, that to a Northern girl like me could have been anywhereSouth of Watford, but was - he proudly told me - pure South London. Howhe'd come to be driving trains in Manchester was complex and would bevariously embellished depending on his audience and what day of theweek it was. At a. We all relaxed and made sexy small talk. After several glasses of the bubbly I said, "Let’s move into the bedroom." My wife was shocked and started to mildly protest when Matt grabbed her hand, brought her to him and kissed her passionately. She held back for a moment then kissed him back.***What the fuck was happening? Was my husband really suggesting we go into the bedroom and have a three way sex night? Was I about to turn my husband into a cuckold? As much as I wanted to fuck this hunk I. The first of the four tales was about a girl who decided to try pleasuring two men for the very first time. She initiated the threesome by walking up to two male friends of hers wearing a short skirt and no panties, sitting on a leather chair in the corner of their reckroom, and letting her skirt come up just far enough to expose her wet vagina. Her two male friends immediately noticed her spread legs and walked over to her, jaws gaping wide open. Dani read on, incredibly intrigued by the.