I thought about Matthew. He really was quite cute. I thought about myself kissing him, biting his neck and pulling down his shorts. Quietly, I slipped...off my shorts and lace thong and began to massage myself down there. I rubbed my lit slowly, being careful not to moan or Matt would hear me. My juices were flowing out of me at the thought of him. I began to go faster, using two fingers and stimulating my clit. I then places my fingers inside of me. I imagined Matt taking off his shirt, kissing. My wife of 25 years bent over our bathroom counter, as David, a friend we barely knew, fucked her to multiple orgasms. That alone would have been a life changing, perhaps tragic event, but there was more. Before the evening was done, for the first time in my life, I had sex with another man and shared my wife with him, not once, but twice. While I struggled to define what I felt, I knew what I didn't feel. I didn't feel anger, or guilt, or shame. The undeniable truth was that last night was the. After an hour or so of drinking and smoking weed we all started sharing our fantasies. When it was my turn I explained my fantasy about girls asking me to watch them model lingerie while I sat back touching myself until it all melted into a pile of sweat soaked bodies intertwined in sexual bliss. Almost instantly Missy jumped up and headed to her room. She then called Amy and Eli to join her. I then heard her tell me to go to my room and wait on the bed. Quickly I did as I was told. Shortly. I smiled and sat up straight, but the waiter just carried on as if nothing had happened. While I was eating my sweat Jon gave the vibe a quick burst "just to keep you topped up" he said.From the restaurant we went for a wander round and discovered that some of the little rooms had their own little dance floors and different music. The rooms seemed to have themes according to the type of music that they were playing. We went to the main dance floor that was getting quite busy by then and danced.