He was a rather compulsive liar, looking back at it but 16 y.o me ate that shit up. Like the “fact” that he used to be a model, modelled a 2 mil d...llar watch, which was given to him, and then stolen out of his very cheap 1998 Honda Civic lol. But I didn’t care, he was mildly cute and giving me attention, flirting with me, I couldn’t help but just ignore the lies or go with it haha.Anyways, at one point his vehicle had broken down and since I had my license and a small 1988 Toyota pickup my. I heard my wife call back, “I am in the bedroom.” I walked up stairs and entered to bedroom. The bed was a mess and my wife was sitting on it naked except for panties with a worn out look on her face along with a devilish smile. She said, “Sit down and tell me about Vicky’s night.” I gave her a long kiss and sat down by her. I noticed it smelled like cum when I sat beside her. I thought maybe I smelled myself. I proceeded to tell her how I went to a hotel with Chad and sucked his cock and. Except I was not a wounded animal, for his eyes watched intensely. And when the group were done I would return to him, for I would always be his. More shadows danced in the darkness just as more hands fell upon me. Soon too many to focus upon, counting impossible as I felt an orgy of hands writhing against my bosom, waist and thighs. Male? Female? I could not tell, lost to spiralling pleasures that ignited the sexual flames deep within. Delicate fingers danced across my lips as my soft mewls. The stall door opened without a push, and the woman was sitting with herbutt on the pipes of the toilet, her legs crossed like Sharon Stone andher finger pulling down the front of her shirt."You're even sexier up close," she said. I tried to act suave, ignoringthe diminishing pain with a smirk. A little confused from the sensation,I bit my lip. It felt swollen."I wouldn't miss you for the world," I forced. I could barely hear byown voice, it was practically a breath, a whisper. My foot.