She was never scared and loved the attention.One evening in particular the bar was packed beyond capacity. The crowd was extremely large, overly drun... and boisterous. She said early on she knew the bar would go offside. The men there were grabbing and spanking her alot more than usual. She even had to slap a few guys as they tried to fondle her breasts. Like I say she did not mind the attention, but it depended who it was from.As it got near the end of the night you could not even move. . Dave steered me up to the bar and insisted on buying me a drink.“ I'm not much of a drinker,” I admitted. “I tend to get tipsy after two glasses of wine and fall asleep after three. I also don't like beer, which most people interpret as anti-social.”“ That's o.k.,” he said. “We'll get you a cocktail and I'll tell the bartender not to make it too strong. I know something you'll like.”He returned with something called a watermelon mojito. It was slightly sweet and absolutely delicious. Dave was. You know that's what you want, bitch." As if in a trance, Jenny reached out and touched his twitching cock while the old boy helped himself to handfuls of tit flesh. Without taking her eyes from his cock, she slowly fell to her knees and started to lick it. It was an amazing sight - my beautiful young wife dressed in high heels, stockings and suspenders, with her tits hanging out of an under-the-nipple bra, on her knees sucking a fat cock belonging to a fat, smelly, gross-looking old man. "I. She was a stunning woman, tall, blond, and a figure to die for. She could have been a porn star, except she dressed better. Lisa introduced me to everyone that was there. Her kids, Rachel and Matt, and her husband James, who was really good-looking older guy. A week ago, I would have been jealous of Rachel, considering her competition. But I was more confident now. With all this effort Chris was putting into bringing me into this part of his life, I knew that I was the one he wanted most of.