The hotel had a well stocked bar and kept a good board for the steady flow of diners; you didn't dine out there, you 'ate', - a dockside café rather ...han an up town restaurant. Mine Host ran his establishment well and pardoned no nonsense; his memory of faces, in all variations of disrepair, meant here were no second offenders.The Flock did later retain a suite there. The yard was the easiest to find, the accommodation being necessarily linked to its position. A somewhat ambitious money. I was entirely immersed in the erotic feelings that my pussy was giving off, and firmly braced myself against the bar, as Mr. Nameless began enthusiastically pounding me.In the midst of the incredible fucking I was getting from a total stranger, I almost started laughing out loud when I realized that I was being fucked for the second time in less than twelve hours by a guy I’d never met before and that I only knew the first name of one of them.But at that minute, the urge to laugh quickly. All this led me into a lifetime of voyeurism and peeping at anything I shouldnt see. I believe it also caused my interest in watching my wife fucking other men. I have written other stories about my current wife and her recent fling with my daughters ex boyfriend (have a read of them). This has not yet developed any further and she still has no idea I know about it, let alone heard and seen them. I dont know how she will react so I need to chose my time carefully, she knows I have fantasies. She was looking gorgeous. As soon as she came inside I kissed her. I couldn’t wait.I removed her pallu and started to lick her stomach. Suresh couldn’t even see it but Mark was enjoying it. Next stop was Diya’s place. My hot girlfriend was even sluttier. She was wearing a red blouse with a black saree. The saree was completely transparent. Every guy on the street was looking at her navel.I got turned on seeing so many hungry eyes on my girl. So we started our journey to the farmhouse. I was in.