Didn't mean I couldn't admire and fantasise, though. Now, if he were willing to get a little rough, I might be wanting to play a bit."Her drinks are o... me tonight, Gene," he called to the bartender, and with a nod, it looked like the deal was done. I raised my brow with a smirk, sipping at my drink. "Oh, really?" I chuckled, answered by little more than a wave of his hand beckoning me to follow him to a dimly lit table. Who was I to deny free drinks and eye candy? Rolling my eyes, I followed. You looked around, unsure if you were trying to find a weapon or a new path to escape to, but a sudden rush of air behind you, combined with a strong pair of arms wrapping around you to pin yours to your sides, doomed you."Ooooh, I got a little cutie," a feminine voice all but purred behind you, the warmth of a woman's body, complete with sizable bust, pressing against your back causing you to blush red as you tried to struggle for freedom.Your attempts to pull your arms free were frustrated by. I sat up, forcing her legs apart and brought my open hand down on her clit. Not too hard, but not soft either. 'OH FUCK!' She screamed. That was the kind of reaction I liked, so she got it again. Her cunt was flowing now and I alternated fingering her g-spot with spanking her vulva. This was great, I thought, but I still had to sodomise her and find a use for that cucumber. I allowed her up to recover somewhat.'Jeez, I'm sore.' She smiled.'Sorry.' Not really.'I like it.''So do I.' Five. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so taken, and I wonder if he would actually take me, given a decent opportunity. He’s already suggested such; he’s invited me in once. But I had my hands full of groceries, and then when I didn’t have my hands full anymore, it seemed too brazen of me to knock on his door to clarify what he’d meant by “visit”. And I’m sure I know what he meant anyway, as he keeps telling me with his other.