She asked him seriously if this was fantasy or something he really wanted. They had a long night of talking, both asking each other serious questions ...bout what they would want and how this would or wouldn't effect their marriage. In the end they agreed that if I was willing, Christine was going to play with me once at there home, and that anyone of us could stop it at anytime. If she went through with this, Vince had promised to never throw it in her face during arguments or any other time.. . Though he is small, there is nothing small about his cock.I smile at him, wink, and then put my hands on your head guiding it to my cock. The stranger and I watch you take all of my cock in your mouth. I moan as you expertly suck my swollen shaft… The man in the other booth is stroking in rhythm to your head as it moves up and down my length repeatedly …Suddenly you rise up; turn around and back into me… Impaling yourself on my stiff rod. You are so wet, it slides easily into your hot pussy. Once in side my wife told me to lay on my back on the bed. I did just that and as soon as I hit the bed Amanda was on there with me as my wife disappeared into her closet. in the mean time Amanda was kissing me while stroking my hard cock. I felt the bed move and knew it must be Tina climbing onto it. Just then Amanda grabbed one wrist as Tina grabbed the other. Then I felt something being wrapped around my wrist. I then noticed they were tying me up with panty hose. I was all game for this so. He put down the clean glass and grabbed another one. "Is that loss because of love or because of lust?" he asked, "Because the former is far more important than the latter. Take me, a good old Dublin boy who once upon a time met a fair Donegal lass. Thirty years we were married. Thirty years. Then one day it all changed. One second she was here. The next she was gone. Loss is the worst thing but at least we had those wonderful years together. I'd say loss because of lust is a fleeting thing.