We agreed I could pick out any one I wanted while we were there. It was important that the guy be attractive to me, and for that to happen I would nee... to be able to pick him out. My husband, however, insisted on what I had to wear, and also that he could veto a guy if he didn't like the guy. As it turned out the first guy I pointed out, was ok with my hubby. It happened the first night we were in Tahoe. I was dressed in a snug short black dress with a slight flare and heels. I was playing. I found myself at a joint called simply, The Den. It was a speakeasy-style place, with rough brick walls peeking out from behind deep red, velvet upholstered panels, and jazzy blues playing softly. I sat down at the bar, far enough from everyone to show that I’d wanted to be alone, but close enough to be sociable if anyone sat near me. The bartender approached, dressed to fit the atmosphere with a crisp white shirt topped by a black vest. “What’ll you be having, friend? Food and drink?” “Just a. I just shoot my load in his mouth, because as I already said, a mouth is a mouth. Actually, a guy's mouth is way better than a girl's mouth." I don't know," he said, less adamant than when the conversation started, "but it's still really gay." To each their own," I shrugged. "When it comes to cocksuckers, I want the best and guys are the best. Trust me, once you have had a guy blow you, a chick won't do." If you say so," he shrugged, although he kept watching Trevor bob on my cock."Want to. ..” and she laughed, as did I while I slowly got off the table and headed toward the food. The hot tub was empty and the sound of muted conversation was coming from the room next door.The buffet was set up in a room that led out to the pool. It had a wall of French glass doors facing the pool, which had a horizon edge, so that when you looked across the water all you saw was the valley and foothills beyond, and not the other edge of the pool. The view of the outside was nice, but the view.