We did go out and meet couples together, from time to time, but I got more of a rush watching the other husband fucking my wife, then from being with ...nother woman. The sounds and images of my wife being gang-banged by the black men would pop into my head and I would cum on the spot. I felt bad for the other wife and her lack of fulfillment. This happen over and over. After a while we stopped picking up couples. My wife started working as a waitress in a hotel bar. When I was out of town one. Feeling the smooth, hard surface, my fingers sliding first to one side and then the other, rubbing into the crease between your pubis and your thigh. Lower and lower, until finally, my hand is between your legs. You part them to give me easy access. Your vulva is wet and slippery, and so very hot. As my forefinger presses onto your clitoris, my kiss becomes hard, my tongue pushing harder into its investigation of your mouth, searching, licking the inside of your cheeks, pressing and rubbing. I will call to make the arrangements, just be ready.” When I hung up I told the girls the news, and they started to squeal and dance around. I filled them in on the “official” arrangements, and how we could make it work in actuality. Peggy and Mandy in the sitting room, and then each couple in one of the suites.This time the only problem was with Peggy, but her mom finally put her foot down and her dad reluctantly agreed to let her go to the con. The next morning the six of us were at my place. However, the biological needs took over my patience, and it made me look outside.I learned from my bachelor colleagues about dating apps and gave it a try. I have created a profile without a picture on OkCupid just to try my luck and meet a sailing person on the same boat as I am. I have had several matches on the app in the first few days, but none have replied or showed much interest. After a few days have passed and I saw a message from an Irish lady. Her name is Jen. We connected over chat.