Shall we?'She took my offered arm and I paid the check as we left. Walking down the street to the bar I felt Shelly shaking a bit. Excitement? Fear? A...combination of both? I was shaking too, it could have all been me.We arrived at the bar and it was hopping. It took a bit to locate our new friend. He was at a booth at the back of the club and he had drinks waiting for us. As I went to sit, I made sure that Shelly slid in before me. This put her between him and I, and either of us could take her. My vision fogged up, my nerves felt coated in cotton, and time was being manipulated like hot taffy. After no time at all things got uglier between them and me. I was being my usual arrogant yet oblivious drunk self. The guy’s hostel hookups were fair game for me to slobber all over. I managed to spill beer all over everyone too. Whenever the band played a song called ‘ein prosit,’ everyone lifts up their steins and sways them back and forth. When the song ends steins are clanked and beer is. The flickering candlelight revealed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. They kissed again even more passionately this time. Maurice could taste his own saltiness on her probing tongue."Now it's your turn to please me," Erica said to Maurice.Erica lay on the edge of the bed with her thighs wide apart. Maurice instinctively knew what he was expected to do next. He got on his knees and worshipped the golden goddess between her legs. He had eaten pussy before but once again, his own wife. “Hotness, give Big Daddy a kiss,” I leered.“We’re here,” Paul announced.He was a little too chipper for my taste. He needed to be shipped off to the ‘land of make-believe.’“I’m about to get busy here. Drive around the block or something,” I ordered.“That’s about all the time it would take,” my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend chirped, and then jumped out of the car.It was lucky for her that I was injured or I would have caught her and turned her over my knee. It was also good that I loved her. She was.