I hatched a plan.I told Hayley I’d be away for three nights, but had booked a small hotel in Kenilworth, not too far from home, but far enough that ...o-one we knew would see me. On my first night away, I made my usual phone-call home at about 6.00p.m.discussed the events of the day before reassuring my wife I’d call her the following night and saying good bye. My plan was simple, there was a small quiet little pub opposite and just down the road from our house, I drove there and parked my car at. " A short time after that he started asking me if I had ever considered trying another cock, did I ever have fantasies about other men, etc., etc., etc? Finally, about a year and a half ago, he came right out and told me that his biggest fantasy was to watch other men fuck me. At first I was shocked at the notion and at the fact that he could even think such a thing, and I told him in no uncertain terms that I would never consider doing something that disgusting and perverted.But the idea was. And because sex is on my mind all the time, I seem to see sex everywhere.Perhaps it was a mistake going to the Christmas party, because what I saw and heard there last night just made me want to give in to my boyfriend right away.So much so that I have telephoned him this morning - I couldn't help it. I hope he doesn't think I'm a cheap girl, offering up my puki to him. But I really want to see him again and let him lead me gently towards having sex with him. Even if I'm still nervous of. Her labia opened, I knew she was wet. Her hand between her legs again. This time there was no doubt, she slipped a finger into herself, then another. She buried them deep, then smiling she pulled them out slowly, holding them to her lips, but at the last moment, walked to the edge of the stage, and held them out, I couldn’t see what she did, I didn’t need to. I knew. Knew she was letting a punter clean her fingers. Dirty bitch. Then she was on the floor, legs wide, rubbing her clit, fingering..