I hadn't realised initially but I was now aware that the first guy had climbed on the table and was kneeling between my legs and was massaging my butt...cks and then I felt him insert a soapy finger into my arse. After the initial shock it actually felt quite pleasant.He began to finger me first with one finger, then i felt another one slip in. Then he stopped and put his hands under my hips and basically lifted me vertically so my legs dropped beneath me and planted me down on my knees and I. That’s what I should do. My dick was drooping, but not entirely soft. It was confused. I was confused. The puddle at my feet was thinning and spreading out. I should probably wipe it up before someone accidently stepped in it, I thought. Was I allowed to? Why wouldn’t I be? I was a grown man for fuck sake. Before I could do anything, I heard my wife’s cries building to a crescendo.“Oh, fuck, yes! Eat that cunt, you bastard! I’m going to cum! Oh, ah, ah, aaaah, I’m cumming!. ”“OK, that works for me. Tell them to go ahead, we can start next week. If I DM, we will start like we did at Stumps. First level, several simple dungeons before we work to the big ones. And like before, more for fun than being all serious.”She said that worked for her, and after we finished dinner and started to head back to base. But half way there she stopped and headed me into a bar. “Pete, this calls for a drink, I’m buying.”“But Frannie, this is a strip bar!” I protested.“Yeah, and you. Carole stayed still until he was done, then she moved on with the tray.As Carole worked her way around the room, the last two drinks she had were served to a distinguished couple. As she turned to go, the man said, “Wait.” she turned back towards him.“Yes, Sir?”“You are married,” he said.“Yes, Sir,” Carole replied.“Good,” the man said. “He sent you to training?”“Yes, Sir.”“So, he knows what you having done to you here and he doesn’t mind?”“He probably likes it,” the woman added, with a.