I saw my wife talking to one particular guy. He was about six foot one and two hundred pounds. Bald head and very well built. I noticed his slacks did...nothing to hide his thick cock that was laying down his left thigh. There was no hanky panky going on at all with anyone. At midnight everyone cheered and kisses where going on everywhere. I was the only person not being kissed. I noticed one lady openly giving a blow job to a guy next to the fireplace. Then one by one the ladies where starting. The rendezvous was in the centre of the town and, as I made my way to it,the old feeling of exposure returned with a vengeance and I felt thateveryone one I passed could easily discern my masculinity under thefeminine exterior that I presented. It had taken me a long time to decidewhat my image should be. It seemed to me that to present toosophisticated an impression would be a mistake in that 'girly' company.Likewise, I'd felt that to dress as an out-and-out 'tart would be amistake, too. The. I wanted to make her wait a little longer so I ignored my urge to fuck her right there. Thump thump my dick pulsed in protest. “Take your tits out. I want to see them while I eat.” I commanded her. “Yes Sir.” She complied. Her nice round breasts were set free. As she ate and the more I rubbed with my foot the more her beautiful tits bounced. After dinner I told her to go into the movie room and get comfortable. I went and got some wine, and the other things I got for. “Get out here you two little Peeping Toms!” Karen shouted. Standing in the middle of Karen’s room, the two boys were petrified. Their cocks still protruded from their slacks, though each had wilted rapidly in light of the boys’ discovery and now were just sad little fleshy dangles hanging from the boys’ open slacks. “So you want to look at naked women!” Karen shouted, very effectively sounding far angrier and more upset than she truly was. True to.