After a while, the waitress brought our dinners. We all had some kind of pasta dishes. "We’re really interested in taking our little party back to ...ur house. Would you be interested in having a little fun with us? Get a little better acquainted?” “I don’t see why not.” We all finished our dishes and George poured the last of the wine. I was definitely buzzed by this point. Lisa was really starting to look very good to me and I was very horny and hoping to have some sex. We finished up and. Her full ripe breasts, pushed out as the tried to escape the confines of her dress. Her tiny waist, hour glass shape figure, curved in and out at her hips. And her long sleek legs gleamed as they provocatively flashed from under her dress. She was a vision of beauty. So like you my love, as I glanced back to you. You were taking in the handsome features of her tall well built husband, the tiny smile on your face, told me that you were impressed with his slim, sleek, body. I watched as your. Just as he said that, I started to press on his prostate rapidly and with much force. Steve let out and howl and then began to shake. I squeezed his balls with a rapid frequency. His shaking intensified. I asked him to tell me that he loved me. His voice trembled as he said it. I demanded that he do it again. He did. Then I told him to yell that he loved me. Steve screamed that he loved me as cum oozed from the tip of his caged cock. I pressed his prostate, then released, then pressed again.. I explained that I didn’t appreciate being dressed up like a sexy, slutty play thing and paraded around his ex-girlfriend. He swore he didn’t know she was going to be there. I swore that he was a fucking liar who needed to grow a pair and man up. We didn’t speak again until after we were in the house. This wasn’t our first argument. He made me crazy to fight with. We were both stubborn and would end up shouting in each other’s faces. The shouting never lasted long because our rage always turned.