He was a short, stout, 61-years-old guy and lived in London. I knew he was within striking distance when I could arrange to break free from my guy and...his family. Many of the guys on the site didn't live in London but offered up hotels for a meeting. As some of you know, I don't care for hotel rooms. My experience is that a man performs much better in his home court — and so I always look for that home field advantage, so to speak.After we got settled, I let Hugo know I was in town and hoped to. I placed them on the sofa next to her as I lowered my head to her honeypot pussy. I raised my eyes to see that she had picked up her panties and was sucking at the gusset. She pushed her crotch forward and raised her knees as I pushed my tongue up into her hot wet hole. "Oh fuck. Make me come Blakey" she purred as she began to rock back and forth against my face. " Oh shit! The fucking dogs got a horn on too", she cried as she clearly approached a very quick orgasm. "I'm going to have his cock. But Arthur was just standing and doing nothing. David said “ Oh Arthur I think your wife was talking to you! But who among them will be your wife?” and they laugh.” Com’ on why are you wanting for Arthur, Arthur got a small dick.” while saying this they high five. The other guy went behind my back and David grabbed my one hands and pulled my hair. The other guy hold me at my waist and my other hand. I yelled, and resisting, I was going to kick them, when the third guy hold both my feet. Then. You';d think my life is complete, but there are some frustrations.I'm fairly sure my husband is having affairs with the college interns he claims he needs. He spends at least two evenings each week working late and he travels out of town at least one week each month. Our sex life has deteriorated to me giving him a blow job each evening. About once a week he will muster the energy to actually make love to me.I complained about a year ago and his reply was to point out the life style we enjoyed..