Jennifer knew the real reason she passed out. Yes she was in a great deal of pain and she was paying for it now. But she knew she didn’t pass out fr...m the pain but from the best orgasm she had since her father beat her tits. She wasn’t too sure she wanted to explain the truth to Brittany because it would confirm to everyone there that she was a pain slut and got off on it. But she couldn’t let Brittany think she had hurt her so bad that she passed out either. Brittany was obviously upset about. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving him until last. Our eyes meet and lock as I take my drink to a table near his. Luck is on my side, this corner is deserted, I sit facing him. We just there staring at each other sipping our drinks. After a bit I slowly work the palms of my hands over my thighs while they are opening and closing, opening and closing. His eyes look below the table at what I’m doing. I slid both my hands between my open thighs. I’m. His questions were "are you sure you want something to happen, are you sure your wife will go along with it?". I explained that she had never done anything like this and we both had to take her along slowly for it to be succesful. When we got to the door she was wearing a low cut white sweater and a short black skirt. Given the nervousness of my wife I thought this was daring. My friend drank in her beauty and commented that she was the pretties woman he had ever seen. My wife blushed and it. I suck on my fingers some more and then use them to spread my pussy. It's so warm compared to my fingers... so warm and slippery. I put my fingers on both sides of my clit...like a peace sign...and make scissors motion... teasing my clit so badly. But I feel on the verge of cumming, so I withdraw my fingers... it's too early... I want to tease myself some more.I grab a pillow and slide his shirt on it... I put myself above it as if in a push up position, but with my ass sticking up... I allow.