I had already become a regular at “Buckley’s” over past few months, so the bar staff and security were familiar to me.They stopped calling me Gr...g or Gregory a while ago, but I was “Gregar” To them.Eugene the front door bouncer, would even let me pass by without queuing up at night.It had now been six months since my last story or adventure.On Thursdays it was crossdressing and tranny nights, which I enjoyed more than the full sausage fest night.I don’t know why but I did. From what started off. He asked if we wanted to watch a few movies and we agreed. He had a big couch and we all sat and he put in a movie and dimmed the lights We were expecting some recent movie but it started out as “Not enough” which caught me a bit surprised. She looked at me and shrugged and the movie began with two men talking to a women and they went to a motel room and began kissing, touching and disrobing. Both men had good sized cocks and my wife’s eyes were wide open. As both of the men began to kiss and. ” I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. My cheeks were burning as I took the roll from her fingers while the stream of pee splashed into the toilet. “Thanks.” I whispered, meekly. “Oh my,” she exclaimed, staring between my legs completely unashamed, “you really needed to go, I can see that!” “Erin!” I hissed. “What?” She seemed genuinely surprised at my tone of voice. “Could you please give me some privacy?” “Oh,” she giggled, just as my bladder was finished emptying and some last. She was the absolute dictionary definition of southern charm."Ma'am, if everything you fix is this good, I want to marry you," the sniper said."Now, we might have to fight about that," the blond soldier said."No wonder you love what you do Max," she said to me. "I could learn to love this kind of attention." Trust me I don't get treated like you do. But then I can't cook like you either." I said."Don't let her kid you Ma'am. We love Max even if she can't cook," the sniper said."How could you.