He's the only man that's ever been allowed to visit our house while I've been alone, subsequently all my sexploits have to be conducted in my fuck bud...ies car or hotel rooms.One weekend, after more arguing and sniping, i said I wasn't going out to our local as we usually do, John was coming and we were going to watch tv and have a drink, he was howling with laughter saying , you and John going to watch strictly come dancing and admire the glittery frocks, and would John be watching the guys in. But a few times (with his encouragement) I would open my legs a little bit more and let the men around us get a good look at my pussy and let them see his fingers going up my cunt. By now all the men sitting around us would have their cocks out and be stroking them slowly or jerking off like crazy. I tried not to look at them, but it was fascinating to watch. As they “came” some would go into slow stroking and some would leave. As they left another man would soon sit in that seat. It would be. I took all my clothes off andslipped the nightdress on followed by a brown cardigan, the latter Isuppose to help hide my false breasts; to preserve my modesty. When Ireturned to Fiona again she made no comment. Instead she poured me astiff drink."Dressed like that I can't keep calling you John. What would you likeme to call you?" I thought about it. "What about Christine?" Christine it is then. Cheers. You'll need a second name. Can Isuggest Mary?" "Christine Mary it is then," I replied.After I. I’ll be sharing my most intimate space with men I don’t know. I promised to be faithful to my husband. Angie says it’s exciting and with each client she gets an adrenaline rush. I looked at Ruthie: she smiled and held up a picture of the handsome man probably in his early forties whose smile was dazzling. I made a snap decision. “Okay, set me up with him sometime next week. I’ll talk to Angie about what to wear.” * * * I rode the elevator to the eleventh floor of the St. Regis Hotel. I wore a.