Marcy wore a skin tight black dress. Her small breasts allowed her to forgo a bra and a tiny black g string covered her bare mound. James was in a sui... and the pair eagerly made their way across town to the club. The couple made their way inside the large converted warehouse, filled with tables and chairs, filled with well-dressed couples, drinking and chatting. James and Marcy mingled, eventually making their way into the fuck area.There they were treated to a virtual festival of sex in every. Itfelt like it was a piece of fur. Slowly I brought my hands forward and started roaming my hands on her Breasts. She too was pressing my back with her hands. Again we broke our kiss to breath ,but I didn’t move my hands. They again started roaming over her Breasts. Now i just very slightly removed the pin which held the pallu (The sari part covering the breasts) in its place.Slowly and steadily i dropped it down. Wow what a site. I put down the pallu and told her to stand up. I stood up first. The other man was Davis, the Deputy Manager, a huge black man who was always flirting with my sweet wife, trying to convince about a good fucking session, but Ana had sworn me that she never had the intention to do it…, but, I was not so sure of that…My sweet Ana took a defiant attitude and told them she needed to book some holidays.As she went over to the desk she asked if she could see the holiday rotation; as James showed it to her it was obvious he had something else on his mind for my. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few minutes. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving him until last. Our eyes meet and lock as I take my drink to a table near his. Luck is on my side, this corner is deserted, I sit facing him. We just there staring at each other sipping our drinks. After a bit I slowly work the palms of my hands.