She said simply: “I will do whatever you tell me to do.”“Whatever?” he asked in a leering kind of voice.“Yes,” she said again, “Whatever...”“So, that means that we all get a chance to get our cocks sucked, and fuck your pussy and your asshole?”She gulped then but continued and said: “Yes, that means that you all get a chance to get your cocks sucked and fuck my pussy and my asshole.” She looked around at all of them, as she said it.“Then tell me,” Roger continued, “Do you really think that big. Candice put her robe back on and as Nick reached for his discarded clothing she stopped him."Don't get dressed. I do have an idea," she told him as she tied her robe.She then took him by the hand and led him to the large mirror just outside the bathroom door where she stood behind him and pressed her body against his back. Once again the feeling of the cool silky cloth against his warm flesh caused his flaccid cock to respond. This was helped by the feeling of her firm breasts pressed against. People that want to talk to you and not just look down your cleavage or up your skirt. I don’t even dress for the occasion anymore. I wear jumpers, jeans and boots; a far cry from my previous life. A life that made me boring.Not anymore.Not since he spoke to me.I remember the day vividly. I had just entered a cosy pub; outside was the bitterly cold London fog that caught your breath. The snow was falling and the warmth of the pub was welcoming because for some strange reason I had chosen to. Carol called dibs on the motel shower. Chen and I, each on our own bed, mindlessly watched the weather channel. I glanced over at the young man that my wife had chosen to cuckold me. He was hard muscled, defined abs, powerful thigh muscle. His penis had disappeared, shrunken down beneath his long black pubic hairs. We were both glad for the silence.Carol came back, she didn't bother to put on a robe. “ You go first young man, I want to talk to my wife.” Chen left the room.“ Well, I liked him,.