‘Very good. I will book you in an excellent hotel.’ He opened a large book on the secretary’s desk and flipped to a dog-eared page. He reached o...er her and picked up her telephone. Dialing a number, he spoke in rapid Spanish to someone, then someone else. I marveled at how easily he had called Cuba, as he made my reservation. When he hung up, he continued with, ‘You have a room at the Hotel Nacional, an excellent choice.’ He opened a desk drawer and withdrew some forms. You will fly Cubana Air,. Your hand returns to my cock with a napkin to wipe off the remaining residue. I feel you tuck me back inside my underwear and pull up my zipper. “I guess we should finish our drinks now”, you say. The waitress returns as we get to the bottom of our glasses. “Can I get you anything else”, she asks. “Just the check”, I respond. I am left to pay the bill, ponder what just happened and plan my “revenge”. As we drive home, I pull your hand into mine and intertwine my fingers with yours. “Did you. I agreed and we met out the following evening after work.Being that it was the first time I had every done something like this, I was nervous myself when we first met. After talking with Carl, he confessed that he was really nervous but after we talked for a couple hours, he was more comfortable as was I. I found Carl to be a nice guy, not some little wimp nor somebody full of himself. He seemed like just an average middle-of-the-road guy, much like myself.Driving home after meeting with Carl I. When my eyes opened, I saw my husband standing across the room wearing only his jeans, watching me like everyone else. I kissed Anya deeply, ignoring him like I was everyone else. This was for me.I stopped moving, allowing him to get fully inside me; I took a deep breath, grinned down at Anya and began to move. Garrett pressed his body into mine and bit my back. “Do your thing baby. Fuck us both.” I rocked back and forth, taking both of them deep and hard. My fingers were curled onto Anya’s.