Everything was perfect. Everything except the colors, which was what tipped me off that this was a dream. The picnic table looked burnt orange instead...of fire engine red, the barbeque grill and outdoor kitchen area looked gray instead of midnight black, the Don Juan roses were pink instead of deep dark red. It was the sky that was the most obvious, though.For over twenty-five years, Laura and I had enjoyed evening coffee on the back patio while watching the show Mother Nature put on as the sun. Since then, you might say that my fantasy has come true, although in no way how I had hoped or envisioned it.The following is the real life follow up of what really happened:cuckoldna man whose spouse has committed adulteryor, the husband of an unfaithful wife.vbto make a cuckold of (a husband). or, to make a cuckold of someone by being unfaithful, or by seducing his wife.That’s it. That’s all it takes to be a cuckold. I don’t wear a cock cage, I don’t wear panties, I don’t sit in the corner. Happy collected all the money and covered the bar and food tabs with the $100 per head surcharge he added. As a rule of thumb to keep things manageable no more than four knobs per entertainer at a time and never more than a dozen or so knobs in the room `at any one time. With a little advance notice a gal could earn a down payment and be driving a nice used car in maybe a weekend, definitely in two.Nights varied widely from a steady flow of a few men a time who show up to sip scotch and. I suckled and nibbled on the erest pale pink nipples. All the while I periodically peeked over at Cindy. She sat there silently, stroking her pussy in an absent-minded manner. She craned her neck a little to continue to get a clear view of the action. By the time I had reached Amy's lovely face, her hand was already holding firmly onto my cock, stroking it slowly, pushing it into the thick nest of her pubic hair. Although she has already had several boyfriends her pussy was extraordinarily.