I speak, “what do you want to drink”, she replies, “captain and coke”. I smile at the coincidence of her drink choice. I speak to the bartende..., “Let me get 2 captain and cokes”. She looks at me and speaks, “you didn’t have to drink what I’m drinking,” I reply, “oh I’m not, captain and coke is my go to drink.”She nods with approval as the bartender pushes are drinks to me. Being a broke college student I didn’t have much money left in my pocket but I wanted to play it cool as if I did. I pull a. "Turn round and look at me", said Jill. Fuck, thought I, the bra model is better looking. Jill wasn't ugly, nor was she a stunner. She wore a white coat like mine, and flat shoes, had short black hair and a face full of freckles. But it was then I noticed her dark brown eyes. I was captivated. "wank that cock hard for me. I want to see your spunk on the floor", she demanded. I stared into those eyes and she watched my hand shake furiously back and forward along my eager length. It couldn't have. He led the way into a large lounge type area, with comfortable settees and armchairs I had to remain standing whilst the 2 were seated and offered drinks , very surprisingly I was also given one ; a large Brandy ; to fortify me for the coming events he advised me. At the window end of the room 2 large posts went from floor to ceiling , with a cross member about 1/3 of the way up, there were numerous leather straps and buckles protruding from the pieces. On a coffee table in the middle of the. I had to ask myself, "Fantasies or realities," no-one could put up with some of the shit I was reading about. Husbands wanting to swap saying, "Fuck my wife, please," parties that turned into orgies. Men bringing strangers home to fuck their wives. Interesting reading but it was warping my mind.All I wanted was to liven-up my sex life a little. I didn't want to fuck the whole damn planet. I did wonder how I felt about my marriage, my wife, my sex drive. I wasn't out to have affairs but to just.