I am not gay.What had I achieved by my visit? Absolutely nothing and I had got myselfinto a situation that had left me confused and disappointed in my...self. Iknew that I was going to have to woo a man in order to win the wager,but I didn't want to enjoy it. On the one hand I had made a convincingjob as a young woman. On the other hand I had been far too comfortable.I had forgotten who I was, but I am not gay.In the morning I was stupid enough to wear my female clothes withoutthinking. I suppose. She had short spiky black hair and a nice olive complexion due to her being half Native American. She also had a real ballsy personality in person which I had not picked up online. This was a huge turn on for me. There was nothing timid about this gal. We chatted for a while and I looked for the tell tale signs of whether or not she was attracted to me. Good eye contact which led to a smile…check. Feeling comfortable enough with me to touch me while talking…check. Things were off to a good. Just like clockwork.I allowed five minutes for the customer to be well out of the White Swan car park. This was it. Over the top.I took a deep breath, finished off my pint, and said "Good night" to the girl behind the bar, who barely acknowledged me, and made my way to the exit.I didn't look directly at the alcove, but using the corner of one eye I saw Hodge staring in my direction. As I got nearer recognition dawned on him."Hello," he said, "it's Little Dicky Desmond." He turned to Miss Pouty.. He flicks his tongue out to slowly swipe all around his lips, licking up as much of her cum as he can.He comes back up the bed to me. He leans over the side of me and kisses me, giving me a taste of her sweet juices. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me more, deepening our kiss. Her pussy on his mouth tastes fantastic and I can’t wait to have her on my face next, and I say as much to both of them!She has a different idea, though. She says she wants to watch my husband fuck me.