It was exciting enough for me just to watch my wife move through the room and draw men's attention her way, but she soon grew frustrated with me. I kn...w I'd have to be less judgmental."This is Cory." My wife stood arm-in-arm with a black man who was three inches taller than me and ten years younger. He didn't look quite so tall when I'd waved my green flag a moment earlier. "He's into it," my wife said.Cory and I shook hands. "You'll be discreet?" I asked. Cory mimed turning a key in a lock on. As an erotic reminder. An impetus. I still had two twenties in there from the last gig.J stopped my rocking motion. Instead he grasped my right hip with his hand and began fucking me with short, fast pelvic thrusts. That freed his left hand up to spank the side of my left buttock as he rode me.You my little whore? he asked, leaving red marks.Yes!My whore?Yes!You like to be fucked for money don't you?Yes, baby!Don't call me baby, J said with a slap.I swallowed. I'd forgotten myself. My role.. As she rubbed then gently they started bulging. Under the wet chudidar they looked like big mangoes inviting me to bite them. I started staring at them. I don’t know when shri moved close to me….and don’t know who started kissing first. In minutes we were in each others arms. I started massaging her breasts as hot air exchanged from our nostrils as we kissed deeply. I slipped one of my hands in to her chudidar, rubbing her soft firm boobs while my tongue explored her mouth touching all. It was well below zero when they flew outof O'Hare Airport and it was in the eighties when they landed sevenhours later.The girls had a few drinks on the flight and were giddy upon theirarrival. A limo picked them up and took them to their destination.During the ride they were just tipsy enough to feel horny as they rubbedeach other with their delicate fingers. They knew the driver waswatching them in the rearview mirror but they were too inebriated tocare.Once they got in and settled, they.