My heart began to race as two boys clasped the hem of my dress.“Don’t be shy, dearie. Let's see what you've got."With that, they whipped the skirt...up, revealing my drawers in all their splendour. “No, no, please leave me alone.”I was shocked to see that most of the boys had obvious tenting of their trousers. Fear now consumed me as I realized that these highly aroused lads wouldn’t be satisfied with just gawking at my panties. They’d want to see more.Sheer terror and the need for. I can feel the bullet pulsing in my pussy making me wet. The feel of all the bodies pressing into me as we gyrate on the dance floor is so erotic that I begin to relax and have fun dancing with my husband.I notice a gorgeous man dancing behind my husband with sandy blonde hair, a lithe build and a sexy goatee. He's a beautiful, sensual dancer as he grinds his hips in syncopation with the music. He notices me watching him and winks at me discreetly and I feel a secret thrill run up my spine. . He was on my mind. I lustily felt how he would be on top of me, and how he would suck on my tits. I made designs of his cock. I imagined about the size and thickness that would make me mad with joy. I imagined climbing on top of him and riding his cock, hammering away to my pleasure. I took a cold water bath in the middle of the night, as I was not able to overcome this lust. I had never thought about any male like this in my life.The next day, I took great care in cleaning my body. I wore the. “I can agree to that.”“…and let me tie your wrists behind your back, too,” Philip finished in barely a whisper.My wife blushed, but she was smiling. “I always suspected you were the kinky one of the group,” she admitted slyly. She gave her consent.Philip slowly reached out and slid Amanda’s bra up her chest, gliding his palms over her perfectly-formed 34C breasts as he did so. His hands lingered over her engorged melons as he gently played with them, squeezing them and gnashing them.