The past hour might have just as well been a dream. Yesterday, I was packing my bugout bag to escape a horrid marriage, and today I had my first orgas... in three years, on a stranger’s hand inside a creepy bar somewhere on the Seacoast. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. My thoughts stopped. I blurted out loud “WHERE am I, I mean what town is this.”“Seabrook.” They both said in harmony.“Oh, I thought I was in Salisbury.”“Just over the line, half mile. Tim said. “Where you from?”“Worcester. I was. Her folks were away for the day and she wanted some company. Didn’t think twice about it and walked over as soon as I hung up the phone. Carrie immediately met me at the door and went into the living room. She put some records on the stereo and wanted to dance. We usually danced to fast music but this time the music was slow and soft. Were dancing very close and Carrie was rubbing against groin getting me very excited and I started to get hard as a rock. It felt so good but I did not want shoot. A big mistake on my part, an even bigger mistake on his. He walked up the path towards the door as he neared the door it looked like he was either going to kick it in or smash it with the pick axe handle, the door opened. The victim was there. Only he wasn’t a victim any more. A machete flashed up, and then down, Bob grunted and then stepped back a pace, he dropped his weapon and slowly, oh so slowly turned around to face me. The cut was bad, very bad. It went from his neck, across his chest. Her surprise was waiting outside, two guys from an adult contact book, with very large cocks. A good friend of ours had used one of them for his wife and told me he fucked her for 3 hours and left her covered with cum. The best thing about these guys is they were BLACK. I let the guys in and they undressed to their under shorts. I began to play with Barbara rubbing her tits and pussy until she was breathing hard, I asked her if she would like a couple of really big cocks. When she said yes, I.