While there, we met some people that we began talking to and taking shots with. Once the bar was nearing closing time, they asked if we wanted to go b...ck to one of their houses to hang out longer and drink more. My husband and I got the address and called a cab. Once we arrived, it was obvious the guy who owned the house made a lot of money because the house was huge. The owner, Ben, arrived about the same time and led us into his house. He made some drinks and put on some music. We sat around. She turned her head and watched as Peter, still bare above the waist, rolled over in bed, gave her a smile and picked up the handset of the phone. He put it to his ear, listened for a moment and then said "Thank you," and hung up."Time to get up," Peter said. Then he threw off his covers. Angie almost closed her eyes, expecting him to still be naked but she didn't. She wanted to see the cock that had fucked her so well the night before. She was disappointed. Peter had put his sweat pants back. I was not able to get away, or maybe I did not want to get away. Tom, sensing my hesitation, said, “Listen Jen, I am going to do your ass. I am going to fuck you in the ass and you will love it. Next time you’ll beg me to fuck you in the ass”. Before I knew it he had pulled out of my cunt and his prick was at the entrance of my ass. Holding my hips he maintained control of my body while he began to gently force his way in. My ass was much tighter than my pussy. I could feel the juice from my. It is the excitement of being caught that I love, but I have always known if I was caught I would be mortified, embarrassed, humiliated and terrified of her telling my wife.So there I was blindfolded and dressed like a slut, sniffing Carla’s panties and moaning as I wanked my 7 inch cut cock. I was in heaven as I shot my load, catching most of it in my hand and then putting it in my mouth. That was where my gay fantasies would kick in and I would imagine I had just sucked a guy and swallowed.