"Oh Aunt Joan," says her older sister Dottie, "I really have to gobad!" "Just one moment," says my wife. "We just have to get thingsready." "Get...up and stand at attention, asshole!" Joan shouts at me. Isnap to immediately. "You've been wondering what this mysterious thing is I had builtfor you out here. Well now your going to find out." Joan removes the cover from the odd shaped thing and for the firsttime I discover what it is. It appears to be an old fashioned wooden outhouse,. After the episode with Ben all my mates took liberties with my wife. They would keep gradually lowering their trunks and shorts to make her rub lower and lower and I think she had a good look at all their cocks, if not a feel of some of them. When she had done all five of my friends it was Helen's turn. Normally, and up till now, it would have been me that she turned to for help in spreading the lotion on herself, but things had changed now. I was out of it, left on my own, and Helen had five. They were empty. Hank led Trixie over to one and sat down. They continued their visual exploration. Across from the bar forming an L-shape from the center of the room to the far wall and then down the far wall to the right were the cabanas, many curtained alcoves with sectional sofas. Most were open, with a few people sitting in them. Two were closed, and they could not see inside.Beyond the bar and cabana was a large, disco-style dance floor, with flashing lights, lasers and all of the things. Not for lack of trying, though. I couldn't quite close the gap of that last inch or so, but I still enjoyed shooting my loads into my own mouth. I liked the taste of my own cum, and often imagined myself sucking another guy’s penis and slurping down his tasty seed. I knew one day I would have to try it, even though I had no idea how to go about actually making it happen.In any event, I couldn’t make the leap to picture myself doing it with any of my actual friends. My dick fantasies were always.