I look around but, thankfully, I do not think anybody noticed. About half-an-hour later, my wife asks me to go upstairs and fetch her a glass of water... Being the kind, considerate, well-trained husband that I am, off I go to get the water. On the way upstairs, I have to pass Tom and I purposefully brush against one of his legs. After opening and looking through a few cupboards, I find a glass and carry it to the sink. As I turn on the faucet and let the water run cold, Tom arrives. He stands. "Hey now Judy, I'm not the one who got my wife drunk, just so you couldborrow me."She continued staring and snapping her head back from side to side."See Gwen likes experimenting. It's usually a lot of fun, and I swearwe'd never tried this one before."Judy opened her mouth slowly and thought for a second. "Experimentingwith what?"She lent me some clothes and we made our way back home where Gwen and Itried to explain the whole thing. It felt like we were confessing infront of a jury, a silent. It wasn’t long before she said she wanted someaction and that we should get going.When got to the adult book store, we went straight tothe booths. I asked her if she would like being fuckedat the same time she was sucking a guy off. She lookedat me and asked if I was the one doing the fucking orwere we going to let a stranger fuck her. I looked at her and said I that I brought condoms, butthat it was up to her. She licked her lips in indecisionand said it sounded a little bit kinky but. Expiration was the only prerequisite, much to my later dismay when I found her lying on a plastic sheet on the floor of the prep room almost in darkness, her gorgeous naked body glistened whilst writhing in a pool of bones, leathery skin and green slime. A tibia passionately squeezed between her pale buttocks, the man's skull repeatedly kissed by those thick, pouty lips of her pink slit - the remains of a fisherman found many months after he'd disappeared...Ignoring the smoothly-inflated.