Standing at the bar, I ordered my drink and waited while the hunky bartender in a Chippendale’s outfit poured it out for me. God, I needed sex so ba...dly. If Richard was still the man I met, or if he wasn't here at all, the idea of me being taken roughly from behind by Mister Chippendale was squashed as soon as it had sprung. A hand touched my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts "You still a Vodka Martini girl Jenni?" I turned to the voice behind me. "Katherine," I said happily, greeting my. If he had known any better, there would be smoke coming out of her ears next. ‘Charlie, I love you. Not some girl from the bar. Not some girl who spends more time dying her hair than having an actual conversation. I want you. I want the vodka-drinking painter who has insomnia. I want the girl whose OCD only allows her to keep liquids on the top shelf of the refrigerator. I want the girl who wears Mr. Bubble t-shirts and watches bad 80s movies with me. I only want you. I love you!’ By the time. While smooching she started opening my shirt buttons. I also started to lift her dress over her shoulders and felt her smooth back with my hands. One hand over my shoulder and with the other she stared to rub my erect dick.Continuing to smooch I also tried to open her shalwar and dropped it to the floor. She was now standing only in her underwear. I moved back a little and dropped my trouser and underwear as well, standing completely naked in front of her. Her eyes met mine and with sultry. I went to get some more alcohol and to my total shock when I returned Jyoti was eating my wife’s cunt. What a show! She stopped and said I just couldn’t wait and grabbed my dick and started giving me a blow job. My wife and I just sat at the edge of the spa and watched her sister play her oral delights on my cock. I asked my wife if she minded if I got involved as well. My wife said to go for it as she would like to see her sister get really fucked. I was a happy guy and I bent Jyoti over and.