“You may be right,” she winked at Dan and agreed laughing at her comment“Why are you sitting on the other husband’s lap?” Todd asked, his ey...s alternating between two revealed pussies.“We’ve swapped wives for the evening,” Dan said.“And for fucking,” Rita boldly added. “We’ve already had fun in here tonight and returned for more. Perhaps you boys might be interested in some sexy fun with us?” she smiled.“Do either of you have a condom with you?” Rita asked.“No,” they looked to the other.“Too. I had my eye on the door thinking about going home as it neared midnight when this cute black man entered, not as dark as my last and not as tall but cute none the less. He looked directly at me and smiled and made a bee line towards me, I sort of grew bold and moved my shoulders back pushing my big titties out (36-D maybe double D by then) and waited for him. He strolled up to me and introduced himself and I got him a beer and we started chatting. We got along great and he was growing bolder. I noticed Camille paying particularly close attention, hands on attention, to the Garibaldi sisters. Where that might be leading was between Marie Channahon and Camille, although neither of the girls seemed too upset by the petting caresses they were receiving.BANQUETING AT THE RECEPTIONIt was short notice, but I was pleased when Camille called me four days before the Margaret Channahon wedding to tell me her invitation was a 'Plus One" and she wished for me to be the one.Amy and Emma, along. As they drove off I wondered if Lisa would be my girlfriend when the week was over. I knew she was pissed at me, and I didn't know what was going to happen.The week went by so slow. I did not dare to go by his apartment or to the pubs we frequented together because deep down, I didn't want to know what they were doing. As if denial would make it all better.Finally, Sunday arrived, and I was moping at home watching a football game drinking a beer. My cell phone went off with a text message. It.