I wasn’t looking to be a whore. I wished I was just a regular housewife who pleased only her husband. * “Ellen, are you almost ready? We have to m...eet Maggie and Gina soon.” “I’ll be right down.” My husband had put out a sundress that was white with yellow flowers and a pair of flats. Maggie was looking for an attractive women to play with her wife. She also wanted to pleasure me and her wife together. The other woman didn't do any of the talking with Peter. Peter only knew what she looked. . baby him ... daddy ... my ... in bed ... maybe...With that she started to concentrate on getting the dick in her to touch that G spot. She found that by putting her hands on his thighs she could lean back just right so the head of dick rubbed that spot both in and out. Now Jan had always been a passive partner in the sex game, so this was all new to her, on top, controlling the movements, weight on her arms and best of all, feeling that there was another cum coming.For Peter, even though. She turned to see the lone guy at the bar looking at her over his Evening Standard. He continued, not waiting for her to reply. “Not bad news I hope, only you looked a little disappointed while you were looking at your phone, and I thought….well, I wondered….”. His voice trailed off, not sounding too sure what he had thought or wondered. “Hi” she said, turning to face him. “Thanks for asking but I am fine. I was supposed to meet a friend but she just cancelled. No big deal”. She smiled a. So how could I get pissed off if she had a good time. That's easy to say now, of course. I guess it's one of those things where, until it happens, you can't be sure how you'd react.' 'Okay, but would it bother you if you found out your girlfriend of some time had been to one or two such parties and, shall we say, participated fully?' 'Again, difficult to say because, if any of my past girlfriends had enjoyed that sort of party, they never told me about it.' 'What about these days? What if.