Debi arrived right on time, wearing a super short, flared, black skirt, spiked heels and a button down blouse. She hesitated upon entering, seeing how...seedy the place was and noticing the half a dozen rough men inside. “Can I help you, hon?” Jake, the bartender asked. “I was just looking for some friends that were going to meet me” Debi replied. “Well, I’m sure they’re on their way” Jake said. Have a seat and let me get ya a drink! And don’t you worry none, one gets hurt in MY bar!” Debi was. Well, they knew in a way. The trip she and her friends had made had been fun, almost too much fun for her. That first evening she had gone back to her room early, ostensibly to call her husband, Tommy, but really just to rest.Of course she had carried her new laptop along. She had told Tommy she hoped to be able to do some planning on the project Tommy and she were planning. The truth was she wanted to be able to email Don. A whole week plus without contact sounded so 'difficult'. When she. It was as though she realized that she can still have some fun, but the thought of me controlling and possibly limiting her fun in favor of my retributive fucking took the thrill out of it all.Too bad. Fuck it!Me: “Jess, do you understand?”Jess, snapping back to reality: “Yes.”I opened the swinger website we had just deleted her account from, and began to setup a new couples account. Jess looked at me in horror. Me: “What’s wrong, dear?” I said this derogatorily.Jess: “Why are we setting up an. “Yes? What is it?” she asked like he was the fucking paperboy and not the guy whose cock she loved just fifteen minutes earlier. That bothered him. At that point, the blowjob didn’t look too promising.“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what I did,” he started as sincerely as he could. “It wasn’t nice to show myself like that to you,” he laid it on pretty thick. The fact is, he didn’t care if what he did was nice or not. She looked at him a while before speaking with a slight smile on her.