All the clubs I've been to in the past were full of women dancers only. This place was co-ed. Males and females were milling around trying to make a b...ck.We were the only couple in the joint. She sat taking in the sights and I figured "why not give her a thrill"I ordered drinks and while we were waiting, found a young black k** (mid-twenties) and asked him if he would mind teasing the wife. He led her to a seperate table and sat her down. Sitting, her face was about even with his stomach. He. Just as our own center pumps out warm red to give living to the whole. How wondrous.Once again, looking up into the past - reminded of my own past. Bad decisions, wrong choices made. Looking down at the rubble is a constant reminder. There is a constant struggle for a better soon to be the past.Looking up, knowing it cannot be altered. Sooner, rather than later you must look down. Focus on today. Only that can alter tomorrow.clarityBad decision consumed one after the other. You are on the wrong. As I said, he was her husband and he had rights, too, though mine superseded his in our household. Billy started fondling Amy rather enthusiastically, even as I did so, this turning rapidly into something very hands-on and kinky between the three of us. Once he was clean as a whistle, my daughter started stroking both of our dicks and our balls, while we each ran our fingers through her golden locks.“Well, well, I see what the three of you are doing,” Cassie coughed and told us, “breakfast is. Please come on in." Maybe we should call you Claudia in that outfit." Sarah said as she walked past me into the living room.I helped Kathy in the kitchen, again, and the doorbell rang five more times. Each time it was a woman and all of them said something about the outfit I had on. Soon, Kathy walked into the living room and greeted the ladies. She told them that this would be a special evening because she had this "special" maid who was going to serve them. Then she had them gather.