That’s what I want.” She grinned a little more. “Dinner in five minutes. Open the bottle of white in the fridge and pour us each a glass.” She...plated our meals and each plate looked beautifully appetizing. I carried the wine glasses and wine bottle to the dining table where two places were set waiting for the plates.I seated Morgan. After sitting down, I prayed while holding Morgan’s hand. We ate. Actually, it would be more accurate to say we dined. The food was great and my dinner partner was. Their semi-erect cocks hung loosely between their legs as sun glistened off their tan muscular bodies.“You want them don’t you slut?” My wife asked harshly as she stood beside us with her hands resting on her full hips. Like me she was fully dressed. Her words stung but the truth was that I had no desire to be there much less touch them. I was straight and it was her fantasy and my transgression that had let us there.I sat motionless, unwilling to respond to her untrue taunts. My eyes avoided. You turn your shaved head, and those crystal clear blue eyes glare at me from the side, and every so often you tickle my legs when no one is looking. I giggle quietly as you inch your way up underneath my dress, almost all the way up to my underwear and then abruptly quit touching me as if nothing had happened. Tease. Your deep voice whispers in my ear, ‘Do you like it baby? Do you want me to stop?’ then you touch me once more, and as I nearly melt onto the floor all I can do is shake my head. ...well....and I told myself it was also an investment in my marriage... I kept coming up with valid reasons why I should,and couldn't think of many reasons not to.I almost booked one a few times when Jim was in work.Then one day I was having a glass of wine as I pottered around the house.I say a glass,it was my third glass.A habit that was becoming a little too frequent.And I was having a look at my favourite escort site when I saw Juan.He wasn't as young as some of the other guys,but he was.