Meanwhile, I had my hand down the front of her boyfriend’s trousers, feeling up a rather nice cock: “don’t worry about them - your girlfriend is...in very good hands if you’ve ever wanted a bi-sexual submissive”.His cock twitched as he felt up my tits: “shall we join them and then you can watch”.In the back room his girlfriend was bent over a pool table, pink panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle the moans and her bra strap used to tie up her hands.The bloke seemed appalled his straight. "It's OK. We just forgot. Give us five minutes and we'll be out of here."We hurriedly put clothes on and went downstairs leaving Walter on his own.I could clearly hear Walter move around in our bedroom when I sat at my desk working. I hadn't noticed that there wasn't anything to prevent the noises from our bedroom to be heard in this room before, but now I became aware of it. Before Walter left that day he came to my work-room."I don't know how to continue in the bedroom," he said. "I was. ..I got back to my wife at the bar. As I approached her I saw that while she had been sat there, her dress has rode up quite a lot.Her suspender belt was now clearly on display. I said nothing about her dress. I told myself it was because I didn't want to embarrass her, but deep down I knew it was because it was making me so turned on thinking of other men there checking it out…Our next drink arrived and we continued to watch the crowd. Ana whispered to me that a black guy was watching at her. But Jim, Ron, Don, and I would have occasional, informal masturbation parties. Often they were on Friday nights when we'd all come into my room (I shared it with Don) with whiskey, wine, beer, or other alcohol and start drinking. Sometimes those led to one or more of use taking out our cocks or stripping and masturbating. Ultimately, it led to parties where w all ended up naked or nearly so and masturbating together. I specifically recall all of us masturbating to a Blondie video "Heart of.