I'm a lucky, lucky man; my wife gives me permission to play. I have two regular girlfriends, and enjoy the occasional man or woman outside these other...relationships.After the daylight came I dropped off my wife for work and made contact with Alan, the man who first introduced me to Julie. He has been looking forward to getting attention from both of us. He said he had just picked her up and asked me to meet them by the airport. When I arrived I hopped in his car and we drove to a nearby budget. About all we knew at the moment was that there were two major gangs, the Sharks and the Tornadoes. The Sharks were mostly Hispanics with all grades of skin color, and the Tornadoes were mostly Blacks with less tolerance for color variations. High yellows were too near White to be acceptable. The other thing that we knew was that the Tornadoes were heavily into drug sales. The Sharks also peddled drugs, but not as intensively as did the Tornadoes.By asking the right kind of questions and reading. .ever.. um...are you bullish? Like ever bulled before or.. want or yeeah.." He finished with a bashful appearance on his face while trying to read me.WHAT THE FUCK is going on here i'm thinking.. did i really just go from war-on to being approached by a what..? A swinger? A real live cuckold? I grinned in a narcissistic manor i'm sure, and said "you want me to fuck your wife or something??" "Lets say i said yes... Would you be opposed to that?"Standing in a tomb of parking structure having this. ” His voice sent chills through my body. I was scared, but also feeling a strange desire deep within me. In an instant he spun me around and pushed my face to the tree with one hand and grasped both of my wrists together with the other and twisted them behind me so I could not move. I was silently hoping that someone would be walking down the same footpath as us and rescue me. He pushed his body against mine so he could get close to my ear and whispered, “I'm going to take my hand off your.