I need you to…’ Her eyes and body language pleaded with me more powerfully than her words and I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming attractio... to her, still so innocent. My hormones surged and reason left me altogether. I wanted so much more of her than I had had already, I didn’t even think about the risk of getting caught. ‘I can give you so much more than that’ I said. She smiled again, a glowing treasure, and I kissed her passionately. Our lips pressed together firm at first, then tongue. That's three times in a couple of hours I thought. After that she lay still while my hands gently fondled her fine tits."Mmm I just love your hands," she muttered mostly to herself."Now next Friday," I said sternly, "It's our turn to host the monthly poker night. So I want you to get in some beer and wine and some nibble." Yes dear," she replied straight faced."And I want you to wear that special dress I bought for you," I said carrying on."What dress is that?" she said still straight. We had been aware of our mates spending time with each other. A lot of time. They had been meeting secretly. For almost a month, maybe more.The restaurant hostess seated me, and I nervously waited for my best friend’s wife. I felt ashamed that I was meeting Joyce alone in this way, though I wasn’t doing it for the same reasons that I suspected Anna and Mike were meeting.Joyce came through the restaurant entrance, scanned the tables, and spotted me. She pointed to me, looking at the hostess, and. All on my own. I need it; just one week out of 52, I need to get away from everything and get down, dirty and nasty. At that moment, I was all three of those. I was kneeling on the floor of my hotel bedroom, naked, taking all the cum I wanted from an endless supply of cocks. I had fucked a lot of them as well; my cunt was a constant cream pie. My hand reached down to my pussy, bare but for a subtle landing-strip, and I slid two fingers across my clit. It was so slick, with both spunk and my own.