The restroom was tiny. Two cubicles facing the wall to my left and a urinal next to them with the sink on the opposite wall. There was a tall well bui...t muscular black man at the urinal, his muscles were obviously superior to mine as I am a swimmer and only have a light muscle mass. His heavily toned figure was complimented by a tight black t-shirt, loose camo pants and a pair of dirty light brown builder's boots which contrasted with my black skate shoes, fitting blue jeans and grey t-shirt. I. By the time they had finished their meal Craig really needed to go to thetoilet. Three glasses of wine had not only loosened him up, but also gonestraight to his bladder. He excused himself and got up to head over tothe toilets. As he approached the door, a man came out of the loo andglared at him. Craig was taken aback for a moment at the man's rudenessand then he suddenly realised that he was a woman now and he was goinginto the wrong restroom. Quickly he corrected himself and hovered. "Oh most certainly yes." I closed my eyes as I felt the touch of hisfingers on the naked skin of my leg, under my panties I could feelmyself growing in response to his ministrations. A few moments laterthey reached the lace trimmed hem on the legs of my "Cami-Knickers",they lingered there as he asked, "Higher?" Higher," I whispered back. The cami-knickers had a heart shaped lacepanel at the front and now Mark's fingers were touching the edge of thatpanel. A soft, "Oh," left my lips which was. I knew I was a cuckold (though I didn't know the word then) and I just loved watching my wife being fucked hard and filled with another man's cum. Story of Jane Part 2 After that first time with the lorry driver we became quite a bit bolder and about twice a month we would go to the parking area. We always got an audience though surprisingly it wasn't as easy as you'd think to get someone to fuck her. I remember two occasions quite vividly though. One night a guy had been watching me fuck Jane.