We enjoyed a good conversation and the time came for us to leave him for a while and go up to the room.During the drink I had feasted my eyes on your ...wonderful figure, those long legs encased in sensuous black seamed stockings and high heels accentuating your calves. In the lift I took you in my arms and kissed you passionately, the heat emanating at my very core as my hands lingered on your pert backside. I saw the twinkle in your eyes as you responded.In the room you sat down on the chair. I had never done anything; I had always just wanted everyone to see me masturbating, getting off to me getting myself off type thing. I just had never had the courage to speak my mind. Until tonight.We were all college students, usually horny, always having sex or masturbating. There were five of us hanging out in my dorm tonight. Two of my best girl and guy friends. We were having a few drinks while flirting with each other when I decided that tonight was the night. The worst that could happen. "We do have to talk, more, dear," she continued in mock seriousness,and she drew back, taking the cock out of my mouth and reach. Iinvoluntarily strained forward, trying to kiss and lick it."What a slut you are!" my lovely wife crowed as she looked down on me,a superior sneer she knew would excite me on her face. She was leaningback, her legs folded under her, the cock, wet from my mouth, juttingout and moving slightly as she spoke. "Unfortunately, you are a slutwith a rather . . . um, small. After that dance, I went to the dance floor and pulled her to me. He started to get angry but Sharon said, "It's ok Reggie. This is my husband John and I have really been ignoring him too much tonight." I remember Reggie glaring at me but he backed down. I told Sharon I thought she had done enough that night and it was late. We needed to go back to the room.I remember her telling me she would decide when it was enough and if I didn't want to play any more I could just go back by myself and she.