She was halfway across the bridge when her mobile pinged. Having taken it from her bag, she saw a message consisting of just the one word, “Nice.”... Her stomach churned. It was terrible and exhilarating all at once. What on earth was she, a forty-one-year-old mother of two doing engaging in this game? What on earth had possessed her?Maybe she should reply – let the man know she’d changed her mind. Instead, she recalled the list of instructions she’d committed to memory and put the phone back in. We and another couple made our way back where we continued talking and having some more drinks. After about an hour the other couple left and shortly afterwards the wife said she was going to bed. Gary and I wished her goodnight and carried on chatting. Gary was a work colleague of my wife's who I'd met once or twice before and had always come across as a nice guy. After a few more drinks he asked me if I knew that he was bisexual, I said yes the wife had mentioned it. He asked if I had a. It was too soon for the buzz to kick in yet, but the anticipation of it was excitement enough in its own way. It didn't take long for the liquor to hit me, however, especially on an empty stomach, as I had no appetite for any food, just for booze. It wasn't quite enough to make me feel too much better, but at least my boots started dancing in response to the rather melodic song, which was rather strange to me, given how I felt earlier about it."Hit me again, BJ," I told the barkeep, wanting. Very...good mommy." Stacy continued kissing Megan's neck, working her way to her lips. "Oh really? What if I want a very, very, bad mommy?" Megan sucked Stacy's bottom lip into her mouth and bit. Her hands were pulling Stacy's ass cheeks apart. Typically when they fucked there was a mirror on the bedroom wall so that Megan could see Stacy's ass and pussy when she pulled her cheeks apart, but not now."Then, young lady, I'll be a very bad, very naughty, very slutty mommy, just like Stacy.