“What’s funny?” I asked.Oh nothing,” she replied. “Just another puddle on the sheet for us to dodge. But we really need to get some more sle...p. Or I’ll look rode hard and put away wet at the wedding tomorrow.”“Nah,” I said. “You’ll be the hottest babe in the room.”“Well, thanks. It’s fun being your whore for a night.”We didn’t say anything more, but I thought: a night? She’s thinking one night? I had other plans.----In the morning I was returning from the bathroom when Susan’s cell phone rang.. In all honesty, she had to admit that the thought of a stiff cock pushing inside her had been in her dreams a lot lately. She had the hots for Mr. Nick who lived on the 3rd floor. He was always nice to her and treated her like a lady whenever they met at the door or on the stairs. She wondered if he would be pleasantly receptive to an offer of a blow job or even a good hump bending over his sofa.The thought of getting it bent over a sofa was making her slit wet again and it was only 9 AM on a. Laura stopped suddenly and rolled onto her back. I was very disappointed, and so was George, judging by his c***dish reaction. "I want a blowjob," he insisted. I wanted him to have one, too, and it was all I could do not to order my wife back onto his dick. "That's too bad. I need a good fucking!"My friend was finding out that my wife has a stubborn streak in her. What happened next was disappointing, to say the least. George mounted Laura, thrust into her pussy a half-dozen times, and. Finally the date was near, so the day before Isent an email with the hotel and room information (room number on mydashboard) to a large list of guys. I'd gotten 60 responses butexpected a lot wouldn't show.That Saturday I got myself ready at home, black lingerie again, sameheels and wig, and I put on my makeup. I made sure that my mascara waswaterproof, used a pencil liner instead of liquid, with my usual redlipstick. Then I pulled on a long sweater and grabbed my digital cameraand a camcorder.