There were a couple of guys with their cocks exposed and one or two more touching themselves on the outside a little. It takes me a while to get warme... up so I just sat about 1/2 way down by myself and watched the movie. After about 10 minutes one of the "trolls" (not so good looking or polite guys who hung out near the back door) came and sat down next to me. He almost immediately slid his hand down the right leg of my blue jeans and then back up to my groin. I didn't want any of that so I. You know I don’t. I’ve had too much wine.”“Mm. Perhaps, but if you had another cock, would you want him on your own or could I watch?”Wow. Where did that come from? Does my husband want someone else to screw me? The thought generated damp knickers.“Er, oh, I er, I’m not sure, I only said it in fun.”“Yes, I realise that, but if I did organise it, would you let me be a voyeur?”The conversation had taken on a serious tone. A highly charged, serious, sexual tone. I’m not sure what I had expected in. " It wasn't usual for my wife to go clubbing. She had been to the theatre with a friend she hadn't been out with before. He was about fifteen years younger than us and more likely to suggest dancing than her usual friends, but still I wasn't completely buying the "some club in town" story. She'd previously told me that this guy had flirted with her a few years ago. Now things could have easily gone a step further and my imagination had been doing overtime the night before while I lay in bed. When she saw him she had mixed feelings, almost a disapointment. He looked pretty much the same. Like one of the boys she ignores completely at school. For the 2 weeks he spent at her home, they talked briefly but he mostly hung out with her brothers. 3 years Later Roman is now 18, and since he last saw his cousin Ana, who was now moving to Vegas with her family, he has grown and slimmed down alot. All he knew was that Ana would be.