He had a brown mustache and a triangularsoulpatch under it. His hair was a little long, but kept well.I don't know if it was how I was dressed, the dr...nk, or the factthat I found this man HOT. Well, what the fuck, this is a fetishparty after all. Why couldn't I let go just for once. I was alwaysso uptight, in control. Well, not tonight. My dancing took on amuch more erotic nature, I began to feel more like a feline in mycorset and skirt. He was taking notice too, as I turned around somy back. The woman in my fantasy is you and the guy is someone you don't know.I said, in my fantasy the movie turned you on and I could see that it did the guy I invited over too. In fact I could see his erection, so after a while I ask him if he would like to fuck you.My wife said, "Just like that, you ask him?"I reminded her it was my fantasy and I said, that she didn't seem to object, so he starts to undress you right in the middle of the living room and you just let him. Then you just law back and. There come the lady of the story wearing a black transparent saree and she was looking stunning in that dress with sleeve less low cut blouse, saree tied below her naval, I lost my senses seeing her.We introduced each other and we chatted for some time and during that time she was trying to touch me with some or the other excuse, and within that time we became good friends and very close. She, in fact, told me directly that she is interested to have fun with me as she is starving for the same. The blouse followed the jacket – down to the floor – discarded and forgotten.Marcus could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, as he studied her with hungry eyes...The tininess of her waist; and the soft swell of her breast – covered now only by the lace trimmed fabric of her bra.The colour was a deep dark blue that almost matched the shade of her eyes, and he couldn't quite believe that this beautiful stunning woman was about to become his...She reached back to unfasten her.