We entered the café and the waiter chose a nice cozy corner booth for us. Although I wanted the food bar, I did not want to get up and down and serve...myself. So I opted for a nice fruit and cheese platter. Graham suggested a good bottle of wine to accompany my choice. I took one sip of it and it went straight to my head. This was a good thing because it helped calm my anxiety. I basically sucked the first glass down and Graham poured me another one. This time I drank it slower, but, was. I'd never wanted to greedily consume anything as much.I reached for her hips and drew her inward, nuzzling my face to her soft snatch. Inhaling. Swelling. Fuck, she was cinnamon and spice and all kinds of sweetness as I kissed her folds. The droplets transferred to my stubble, to be replaced with more coaxed out by my tongue bath. Tangy yet smooth, she was a silky complement to the fiery bourbon that still lapped my senses inside.As her hips rotated up under my insistent grasp, my nose grazed. . on my boobs - my skirt was up around my waists... my legs were spread and one was crossed over each of their legs... they had fingers all up inside me... playing with my clit... my pussy... my ass I was taking turns kissing them ........so that continued for a while..... then we decided to go to the hotel..... we rode together in this guy truck... with me in the middle..... hubby got on the floor and was eating me..... the other guy had his hand between my legs... playing with my clit...... I was scared; I thought these bastards broke into my house to commit some cruel crime! I called David, and asked him to come to my house; he realized I was feared, so in a few minutes he appeared behind my door. I offered him some drink, he agreed and sat on the sofa. Having wandered through the whole house he said there was nobody in, so I must'nt have worried about it. I gave a contended sigh. This time I sat close to him and told him that I am feeling scared. I hugged him around his waist.