A small comfortable room that wouldn’t have been out of place in any London club. There were four low tables, each with four chairs to one side, and...four stools before a well stocked bar off to the left. Peter went behind the counter and said, ‘Right, the first drink is on the house, but if you want more, you sign a chit. Now who’s first?’ When I came to be served I asked for a cold beer as I was quite hot. I remarked on the heat to Peter as he pulled up a pint, and he apologized for that and. " Hey mate I don't want to spoil your fun" I found myself saying " Maybe I can make it up to you" Adrian had no idea what I was thinking, I realised I wanted them to have Gill that night not the hookers.As soon as I had a chance I told Gill what I was thinking and would she play along, as usual my brilliant wife said "Yes"The evening progressed and bit by bit her flirting resulted in Craig's hand secretly finding it's way to her inner thigh, eventually Adrian noticed and looked enquiringly at. I squirmed with pleasure as she gently circled my anus. “Ooh, you like that?” she asked softly, pressing her finger a little harder. “Uh, yeah,” I said, blushing. “A bit.” Her fingers did not rest there. They traced down still further, stroking ever-so-gently over my balls to elicit a deep sigh of pleasure. She shuffled down all the way to the foot of the bed, and began working my calves. Her strong hands moved up my left leg, stroking and sliding and pressing all the way up to my bum again.. Most days we would find a quiet spot and satisfy each other, Barbara’s oral skills were improving, by leaps and bounds. I wasn’t pushing it, but I most definitely was not going to tell her to stop.There was one day, when Barbara was wrenched away, and I realised that someone was playing with their own dolls somewhere. Suddenly I was whizzing through time/space to the same place as Barbara was. A boy, about fourteen or fifteen, had Barbie tribbing with another doll, and he wanted me to get in on.