Back at the table the stud who"s name was bob had bought me a drink which I greatfully accepted.as I began to talk to my two friends I felt bobs hand ...est on my leg he then starting moving it up my thigh where it rested on my stocking top,he quitetly asked me if I was wearing stockings ijust smiled and pushed his hand away,as the night went on bob kept buying me drinks and dancing with me until there were only a few people left the dj began to play the slow stuff I was going to sit down but bob. I asked if could I feel them. He came over and I held my hand out and felt his lovely soft balls and said they will make me happy. I then stroked his cock and slipped my hand up and down a couple of times and said it feels fantastic, so hard and with a lovely soft feel of the skin on it. I am so lucky to have a cock like that to do this to me.Jan said kiss him, and I though she meant on the lips but he presented his cock to me and I kissed the top of it. Then she said that wont be the last time. No details, at any rate. Just that I needed a place to have a quiet, unrecorded conversation. Which they provide, for a small fee.”“Good. And your family?”“I never said a word.”“Excellent. Well, in that case I propose we get to business. I gather you have had a change of heart vis a vis our request?”I answered with a question of my own:“I’m sure you’re aware of the terrorist attack at Paddington Underground station?”Dupree pulled a serious face.“Very much so.”“I lost someone in that attack.. Sloppy kisses were exchanged; lipstick was smudged; hard-ons were stimulated-- all of which had left a sexual energy in the air that remained as the newlyweds walked back to their wedding suite through the hotel corridor. Gary dressed in his wedding suit and Emma in her sparkling white bridal dress.They couldn’t see it, but behind the hotel room doors, many a wife was getting fucked by her husband. Many of the wives received such a fucking from their husbands that, by the end of it, left them.