" Don't talk that way! You know I hate that expression." Yes, but you can imagine it?" He was squeezing my breasts, both of them with one hand, bringi...ng my nipples up."Ah, yes. Twice, maybe three times even." I said, joining his game with a threat."Mmmmm, you're lovely. How about a fantasy night about it" he whispered in my ear. "I'll make it worth your while, darling," he laughed."Ohhhh. Well, I have to admit it... maybe it was possible. They all have an animal magnetism. Hard to resist!" I. Then I got into bed and she climbed in with me.I just had to say, “Tim said that he ran into you the other day.”Fergie said, “Tim Smith? That bastard! He got me drunk, took me home, and took advantage of me. Talk about date rape. That bastard cut a hole in my panties and fucked me in them. All the while he was fucking me he kept yelling at me to bark like a dog. Finally I did it just to shut him up. I was so glad that he was gone when I woke up in the morning. I sure didn’t want him fucking me. He looked at me and smirked, almost verging on disgust."What can I do for your pretty wife lady?" he smirked."I want a dance costume" replied my wife.He showed her to a changing room and pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously.She looked beautiful...her breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.He walked over to us, roughly pushing me aside, and proceeded. The effect upon our gentlemen was pronounced! Both stared, speechless, then broke out with whistles and cheers and applause. AnneMarie and I turned before them, walking and strutting this way and that, allowing our beloveds to see us fully, then we knelt at their feet while James and Harry popped the corks and poured the champagne. We explained the rules of the entertainment, how each man could look all he wanted, but his touches, his fingers, lips, and most especially his cock, was to be.