After my shower I open the bag to find a white tank top, short pink skirt, light pink panties and thick thigh high socks...As instructed I change into...my new outfit an walk out the door.He's there waiting an tells me to twirl around an show myself off.He's made us new drinks and I start to head towards the table an he shouts "crawl, crawl like the slut you are"I go week an immediately get turned on.I drop to my knees and crawl over to the table. I look over at him an he tells me to crawl to him. Bruce moaned, "Oooh, uuuugh, oooh god, yeah, gonna cum.” "Mmm unnh," I moaned back, my mouth full of his moving cock. "You gonna swallow it?" Bruce asked. "Mumph, unh," I mumbled in answer even though I didn't swallow most of the time. As I nodded my head up and down in assent, I felt Bruce’s cock flex, the head flare bigger, his shaft stiffen, the vein on the bottom pulse. A blast of cum shot against the back of my throat. I gulped it down. Another wad squirted into my mouth. I backed off. When she was finally calming down, he licked her tear-stained cheek and grinned.“A slut is always going to be a slut, babe. All one needs to be shown that truth is a firm hand wrapped around her throat and the other one working its fingers deep in her cunt. I know what makes you tick. I always have. That’s why you’re still trying to get my cock, even if you’re married. You need me to make you feel like a woman.”“Okay, Curtis,” she said, panting. “You win. You made me cum and yes, I want your. Of course I remembered New Year’s Eve.“I wasn’t thinking of our midnight dance,” he said, “I was thinking of you dancing with Fred when the singer told us it was midnight in New Orleans and we should celebrate that too.”Fred is one of the guys we play golf with at the club. He got divorced last year and we invited him to join us for the New Year’s Eve celebrations. I was in Fred’s arms at New Year’s in New Orleans time. , and he kissed me. Or maybe, to be honest, I should say we kissed. It was.