Leaning forward, he kissed her, lips light as a feather, so soft, so tender, so exquisite, a sigh was drawn, deep and low, from the very depths of her...being. ‘Now is not a-Ohh… not a good-Ahhh… time.’ She squirmed, feeling the soft pad of his thumb print rubbing her nipple, his hand under her shirt, the bra already undone. Her breasts ached and throbbed, full to bursting, lolling heavily against his callused palms. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting forward, insistent, urgent, demanding entry.. "Venera, would you mind if we took some calls?" asked Wendell."Sure, I would love to hear what everyone thinks." OK, let's go the phones," Wendell went on. "We have Sid on line one. Sid you're on the Wendell Wilkins Show. Go ahead." Hey, Wendell ... first time caller, long time listener," said Sid. "I just think ya all are a bunch of perverts. And I'm glad that they are going to put that woman in jail for a long time." Well, Sid this is a free country after all and you are entitled to have your. As we walked back to the hotel, my wife whispered in my ear, 'I want you so bad today'. Not one to argue, I held her hand even tighter as we walked, and suggested we went to the hotel bar for a drink before bed, just to get us even more in the mood.We ordered champagne, and when the young, black waiter brought it over, I couldn't help notice my wife checking him over. He was in excellent shape, and had a handsome smile. When my wife bent down to pick up her bag, I also couldn't help noticing. Then, on my way home, the phone rang. It was Marie. She told me there was something she wanted to say that she hadn't said during our coffee. She told me about her husband, and that he'd always wanted to have a third person join them in bed. She'd suggested me, but had been too reluctant to ask me in person. We'd been in a few groups before during our time together, and I’d liked it. She told me that it was her husband’s fantasy to see her fucked by another guy with a big dick, but always.