How perfect!” Laura was referring to a sign on a door that read ‘Dungeon of Doom’ of course. After all, what was a Halloween party without a sca...y dungeon? =^.^= For that matter, what is a sex party without a dungeon? All of the best sex parties I’d even attended (ok, only three of them) had dungeons and… sorry, interjecting a little real life into my fantasy here. Bad Kitty! Bad! Oh, and for the record, yummy lollipop… ok, back to the story while I’m still able to form coherent sentences!. We stood holding hands surveying the suite. We turned looking at each other with huge smiles on our faces. We had come back to Paris the city of our first love and we had two glorious weeks together planned. We arrived on Saturday afternoon late and were dirty and needed to take a shower and freshen up before dinner. Our suitcases had been unpacked for us and we had nothing to do but relax. I took Shelley’s hand and lead her to the foot of the giant bed. I looked in her eyes and they radiated. .. heheh, your cock. mmmm. i want that. i want you. kaito. uwa posituk. mocheniatuk. i want to cum. i smile when i hear your car pull into our driveway. i start to take my shirt off, now my bra and panties; leaving only my skato on. i know how you like it when you slide your hands up my skirt and feel how wet i am for you. i'm sitting on the couch when you open the door and laugh at how one hand is on the doorknob and the other one is unbuttoning your pants. i love it when you're ready to fuck. I noticed the basement door was open just slightly and went down the stairs quietly not knowing what I would find. What I found/saw was my wife of 15 years down on her knees sucking the cock of Jim, a very good friend of mine and hers. She seemed to be enjoying it as well and I could tell by the look on Jims face he was also. Her blouse was open and her tits were pushed up over the top of her bra. Jim must have gotten a hand or mouthful before Julie dropped to suck him. I had a pretty good.