I knew he would be insistent, although Ana had told him clearly that she was a married woman…As I was not yet aware of that situation, another pictu...e was sent.This time I could see my wife eating her food, the picture had been clearly taken by someone else. The night wore on, until I received a message from an unknown number.It was Peter, thanking me for letting him take my wife out for the night; the bastard added that he would do his best to keep her entertained.Ten minutes later I received. Now despite the generous size booth it was getting damn crowded. Z established an up and down rhythm on the lap she was riding while unzipping our other visitor’s pants and fishing out a big black semi stiff piece of man flesh. It immediately went in her soft mouth and started sliding in and out. The scene in our booth was mimicking that one the screen. It was quite a sight. Her up and down ride was speeding up. Big guy had moved his hands squeezing both her tits. Black man had. ” I was going to let this experienced lover do whatever he wanted. He was certainly not as conservative as he seemed. He started licking my pussy, which was thrilling enough, but after a few moments he started sucking my clitoris. It was like HE was giving ME a blow job! The feeling was as powerful as anything I had ever felt before. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!" I came hard while he sucked my clit whole in his mouth, his tongue snaking all around it. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved. If you want... And I mean you are new and well new friends and everything... You can bet your cloths.... If you want..." So you guys play strip poker then? with only guys? ha....." No not usually but if your out of cash, and to keep the game friendly, you can start betting your cloths. One piece at a time." Umm okay sure sounds alright, I'll bet my shoes then..."And thats how it started. I figured my shoes were innocent enough. Then my socks, then my belt.... We were drinking, and we kept.