They didn't believe him so he'd said he'd set up a meet for them. They'd finished early that day so he'd text my wife on the off chance of getting the...deed sorted. He hadn't told her about them, that's why she hadn't told me, but let's be honest, neither of us would have said no. When Tom had turned up with two eager new cocks looking to do her, she hadn't really wanted to say no. Maybe she thought they'd be finished before I got home, well one way or another here they were, all still hard at. ."brrrt," "brrrt," "brrrt," "brrrt..." Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! But I love it! Keep fucking me!"The smell wasn't bad enough to make me stop. But it was enough to tell me she had spicy Mexican food for lunch. I slowed down, and her farts slowed down and stopped for a while. But then I slowly eased my dick all the way inside her pussy again. Little did I know that my dick was aimed right at a gas bubble inside her. And when my dick pushed that gas pocket, she let out one of the loudest. Iconic bottles of Glenfiddich and Glenlivet malt whisky, Drambuie and Johnnie Walker would draw customers by forceof gravity into its portals. The centrepiece of the window was slightly jawdropping, a recently stuffed cobra, rising sinuously into a strike posture, its’ fangs bared in time-stopped, primaeval threat, glared into the face of a mongoose. Any sober customer would stand and stare at this little tableau, see the sullen lights inside and saunter inside like a moth to a flame.The. I had to admit that I had thought about it many times, but never had."Never had the opportunity," I said, knowing that really I meant, "I've never plucked up courage to try." The truth was that if I messed it all up, then perhaps I'd lose the two most lovely women in my life.But the seed of that thought was always in my mind. I still saw Mike occasionally, and I always hoped that someday I'd be able to tell him I'd done the deed. Then one Easter something unexpected happened.Leanne was visiting.