.WE WERE BOTH IN A GOOD MOOD HAVING A GRAND TIME DANCING AND LAUGHING..MY GORGEOUS WIFE NAOMI WAS LOOKING EXTRA SEXY WITH HER NEW RED DRESS AND OPEN T...ED HEELS WHICH SHE ALSO WAS WEARING SOME SEXY TAN THIGH HIGH STOCKINGS,SHE JUST LOOKED AMAZING..I FELT LIKE THE LUCKIEST MAN IN THE WORLD TO HAVE HER AS MY WIFE..AFTER 2 OR 3 HOURS WE BOTH WERE FEELING PRETTY NICE AND NAOMI WAS FLIRTING WITH ME ALL NIGHT SO I NEW WE WERE GONNA HAVE HOT CRAZY SEX WHEN WE GOT HOME.SO WE WERE DANCING AND WHISPERING. Won't you... slut?'I felt my cunt flood with the realization that he was right. I'd be his slut forever now. He could get me to do things somehow... Matt had never been this way with me.I whispered back to him, while looking at the floor."Yes." Yes what Mary? Look at me... be proud. Be proud you're my slut. That is what I want. I want a slut that is proud of being my slut. Get your head up and smile at me... be my slut Mary."I lifted my head up and looked him straight in the eye. I had made up. The other older men both looked over weight and this was borne out when they all undressed. Big bellies from too much Italian wine I mused. There were no introductions and only the younger man was clean shaven. One of the middle aged men sported a small mousy looking mustache and the other one had a smart, trimmed Van Dyke beard and mustache, plus he was balding.At least they knew exactly what they were about and I expected I wasn’t the first lady to be laid face up on this padded bench at. The heat and smoothness of skin-to-skin contact can never be compared to even the sheerest of fabric separating flesh. Every time he would touch my balls I would flinch. He seemed to get pleasure out of seeing me jump at his touch. The more comfortable he and I got with him touching my ass the further he went in touching and exploring, to the point of rubbing my ass crack and entrance. He seemed intent on making me cum, and I was not in any position (or mood) to argue. He reached under.