I know you are good people and you are good for it. I don’t want anything extra,” Betty accepted our decision.“That is very much appreciated,”...Stefan said. “I think my wife may have led you on a bit and I apologize for that. She hasn’t been herself lately. I think we need marriage counseling,” Stefan said in his smarmy manner.“I think I need restriction, Sir,” I heard myself say. I don’t know why I said it. Maybe I just wanted to be contrary, perhaps I felt guilty. I had been told by Justin. The terror was starting to wear off, and I was more focused on remaining unnoticed by the rest of the audience. I took the other man in my mouth and started sucking him hard.After a while, they told me to get up. They buttoned my pants, along with theirs, and told me to follow them. We got out of the room, and they led me up the stairs to the next floor of the theater. Now that we we’re in the light, I could see them clearly. One of them was wearing a vest from the theater, he must work. ” “Okay,” Lydia shouted back, rolling her eyes and growling at the thought of making dinner for a perfect stranger. She knew it would only lead a fight and not the sex she was counting on later, so she took a large drink of her wine and sighed. “And bring us another beer, woman!” bellowed Keifer. She quickly grabbed two beers, noticing there was extra beer in the fridge, and took them to the living room. “Here you go.” “Lydia, this is my friend Stevie. Stevie, my wife, Lydia.” Stevie stood up,. Then she started to plunge her fingers into her pussy. Two fingers in deep. She moved them in and out as she rubbed her clit with the other hand.My cock was as hard as a rock, throbbing in my jeans. I couldn't take my eyes off her.She started fingering and rubbing harder and faster. Tipping her head back as she took a deep breath in. Pushing her hips up towards her hand as she pressed down, rubbing her clit. Pushing her fingers into her pussy, harder, faster, deeper.I opened the door a little.