The guy fucking me rolled us over. “Here Ralf, fuck this bitch in the arse” he said. I had never had anal in my life and I said “no” but they ...eren’t listening. I tried to climb off the guy underneath me but he held me tightly. I felt Ralf's cock probing me and I squealed. “Do it Ralf. You know your soon to be wife won’t want it”. I surrendered and slowly Ralf popped my anal cherry. Stuck between them I was surprised at how good it felt. Pain had turned to pleasure as they double fucked me.. She had someplace she had to go in the late afternoon next Saturday but she planned to be back home by early evening, and would I like to go out for a late-ish supper? Of course I would.When I showed up a little ahead of the time Alejandra had set for her return there was no sign of her. Natalia greeted me with a hug and a kiss that was proper but to my active imagination seemed to suggest possibilities. The devil, the one on my right shoulder, clapped.“Come in, Michael. My daughter should be. “Was that a pick up line?” she asked.“Yes. Really worked, didn’t it?”“The bartender is right. It is a lousy line. You should try something else.”“Like what? I mean, a guy can always use help with these things.”“It depends on the woman.”“What works on you?”“The direct approach. Something like ‘come back to my place for a while’.”“Want to come back to my place for a while?”“No, thanks. I am waiting for my husband.”“Nuts.”She tried not to giggle at my disappointment. I took another gulp of beer,. ” I said after a few more moments of silence. “I blew my stack a few weeks ago. I mean really blew my stack. I am not proud of it but at the time it made sense.” “Did you hit her?” Michelle sounded a bit shocked. “No! No, Nothing like that. I could not live with myself if I did that.” I looked Michelle in the eye and she smiled warmly. “She had done a few things over the preceding week or so, like arriving home and just walking past me as I opened the door, no hello, kiss my foot or anything,.