I was surprised to feel one of his hands slide over my butt, giving a gentle squeeze, but I expressed no wish for him to stop. What can I say? I didn'....I didn't? I don't... Do I?I don't know what I want. Not anymore...* * * * *I woke with a start, a thin film of sweat coating my naked body. I'd half kicked the covers off in my sleep and as I glanced down my slender form I saw I'd got a raging hard-on, all five and a half inches of my young dick standing proud. Then the throbbing sensation hit. Araali was shy and seemed uncomfortable in the presence of my small, delicate, shapely, and very pretty wife. His shyness was difficult to understand in a man who was so physically impressive. For that same reason it was touchingly appealing.I had wanted to draw him out and get him to tell us about himself. Instead, he was as tongue tied as a fifteen year old boy on his first date. So I began, "My wife Alice and I dated in high school and attended the same college where we both studied computer. And when that was not enough to keep me satisfied mom and dad would both give me enough oral sex and ass fucking whenever I wanted it to soften the blow of not being able to be cunt fucked until I was 18." The day after I turned 18, they took me to a lavish party in the penthouse of the Hyatt Regency attended by lots of very important and extremely wealthy men with their very beautiful, sophisticated, sexy women, most of which were either very high priced whores or their personal mistresses. I reached for her clit and started rubbing it, she opened her legs to give me better access, but my hand was hurting as I had access through her un-opened trousers. I took my hand out and un-buttoned her trousers and again inserted my hand.By now she was beyond care and wanted it bad. I pulled myself out of my sleeping bag and undid my trek pants and my inners. my dick was throbbing and ready for action, I started pulling off her trousers, she held onto it and told me “no” I went up to her.