For several nights after talking things through with The Beast, her memory of his tongue and the anticipation of what was to come had filled her thoug...ts in bed as she frantically sawed at her clit with her fingers. Now, however, with doubt and frustration as her constant and unwelcome companions, she found herself unable to call the convulsions of pleasure she had only discovered so recently. Days passed, and in many ways they were some of the happiest Rose had known. The Beast appeared to be. I had planned on spending the evening on a wonderful date with my girlfriend. She already knew what the plans were, she never liked surprises. Me being the romantic type, this took a lot of fun out of the relationship for me. We were to begin the evening at a fantastic, and very expensive, restaurant. She had wanted to go ever since her best friend’s boyfriend took her there. I wanted to take her this evening and tell her about the raise I received at my job. All my hard work and overtime paid. We had couple drinks and smoked a joint and at 7, we headed down to the bar in the hotel to meet Dan. There were only two guys the bar and it was easy to find Dan, we did the introductions, etc. We had a drink and then up to the room.Once in the room, my wife went straight to Dan and started kissing him. She started undressing him, his shirt and his shoes. Then she undid her pants and slid them off, he did the same. She started kissing him while rubbing his cock through his boxers. She pulled. Snuggling down so my cock was close to her crotch, she took hold and started to stroke it like it was her own. Not wanting to disturb the illusion, I watched for a minute, and got to enjoy a superb view of her back and ass. Damn she's fine. Not a skinny girl, not a fat one, but holy fuck, built like the proverbial brick shithouse.Sharon started moaning as she stroked my dick, pretending it was hers. I had to perform more "attention elsewhere" tactics! Then I had another idea; I discretely.