All this elegantly wrapped in a short black cocktail dress, heels, red lipstick, dashing eyelashes, and perfectly groomed long dark brown hair.Holy sh...t, I was popular a few minutes ago but I had been relegated to the cheap seats. Fran looked like a model who’d just walked off the cover of a glossy magazine; I’ve seen more fat on a greasy chip (or French fry). We all looked reasonably good looking and fashionably dressed until she turned up.She looked amazing; the guys were falling over. Hesitantly I did so, stepping out J cuffed my hands behind my back and tied a leash around them. I was now standing by the side of the road, wearing bright pink panties and bra with my hands cuffed and tied behind me and my still hard cock clearly visible against my panties. A was wearing a casual jeans and t-shirt while J was wearing a short black skirt, stockings and a tight white shirt, unbuttoned enough to see her sheer bra and cleavage. J took the leash and we walked fairly far into the. But it's not as straightforward as you think." Oh, so not good enough for you is she?" Of course she is! She was fantastic, and we had a fantastic time; we ... we went all the way, you know." This was ridiculous. Any minute now I was going to be mortally offending him by not shafting her enough! Or, I realised with more perception, by not being in love with her like he was."Great, I knew it 'd work out."But in his voice, I could hear the hurt. Yes, he wanted her to get her wish of hooking up. My wife pulled her feet up onto the couch so her knees were up and her legs spread wide. The dancer began stroking my wife’s pussy lips through her panties and circled her clit. My wife was so entranced that she stopped pulling on my cock and started playing with her own nipples. My wife asked the stripper and me to each suck on a nipple. The stripper stood up and sat on the other side of my wife. My wife kept her knees up with her feet on the couch, leaning back so the stripper and I.