Sandy is petite 34 C with a nice round ass and flat stomach, about 5"4 and 135.. I am average sized. She wore a long dress that covered everything up ...ut it was thin, I could tell she had stockings and garters on when I hugged and kissed her hello at the airport. I felt her ass and pussy and could not feel any panties, she had nice high heels on. I am sure some people saw my hands wondering over her ass and in the front to try to feel what she had on underneath. At this point I have a raging. I never thought of myself as a hottie nor have I thought about cheating on my husband but tonight I was really thinking about trying it out. Susan was thinking the same thing. The men keep hitting on us and wearing us down. Finally Susan and I talked and thought that it would be fun to see how far these guys were willing to go. Four good looking young men sat with us and bought us some drinks. Everybody flirted and then Susan asked if they wanted to go do something. We walked out of the club. They gave up asking questions, I squealed when I wanted a bed pan, they did not even try a one squeal for yes two for no code to ask me anything, just did the minimum, I was a Druggie and no use to anyone.It took months, I had a sort of fur on my head, my eyes were not black any more, but without my contact lenses the world was a sort of blurred parallel universe.They weaned me off the Methodone, I tried to sleep as much as possible, I was on a liquid diet drunk through a straw, sometimes there. White, hot cum spurted all over my belly and tits as he jerked off."Oh, fuck, Diana... oh fuck..."I gasped as the cum trickled down to drip on Heather's back. I rubbed my hands all over my tits and chest, smearing the cum on me.Mike pulled back and slumped on the chair, spent."Have you even cum yet?" he asked.I shook my head. "No, but soon."I shed my robe and untied Heather. I rolled her over on her back. She was slightly dazed from the fucking - I could tell by her eyes."Ok, Heather, I'm.