I hated him. I hated him more than I could ever remember hating anything. I sucked more furiously on the cock I was haunting and the man attached to i...t began to moan and writhe, but I couldn't focus on him, not when the guy at the bar was trying to make his move on an innocent woman. I couldn't let him have his way. I had to stop him. I wanted to smash his brains in. I wanted to cut off his balls, fry them. I wanted to hurt him so badly he'd never be able to touch another woman again.I promised. Something a little more revealing would be nice. Then come back here and we’ll talk about dinner”Her immediate reaction was to refuse, but instead, she heard herself thanking him and promising that he would not be disappointed. What had come over her? The congestion between her legs made her realize her sudden urge to masturbate. She found this to be very odd, since she hadn’t masturbated since high school.As she left the office, she stopped by the ladies room and once inside, quickly locked. ..................................................Ding Dong!!! My heart skipped several beats. The guests had arrived. Ifussed with the arrangement of the cheese and meats on the snack tray,hoping to put off the inevitable a teeny bit longer.From behind me, "Don't keep my guest waiting dumbass. Go answer thedoor." Startled, I spun around to find my wife's smile literallyglowing with mischief. "And take off that silly apron so you can showoff the new outfit I got you!"The moment of truth. Once. Ryan obviously took this as an invitation and leaned over her and put his free hand between my wife's legs. She was wearing track-pants so just lifted slightly and slipped them down to her knees, letting Ryan see and feel her lacy panties.By this time I had my cock in hand and suggested that we move to the bedroom. My wife stood, kicked off her track-pants, and led Ryan by the cock down the passage to the bedroom. As we went he pulled her panties down over her ass so she paused to strip them.