"Why, is he out there?"I described the guy to Erin and from the look in her eyes I could tell it was him. "You have an odd taste in men."Her response ...was an obscene gesture with the fingers on her right hand.The A/C stopped with a shudder as I moved back to the bed to sit with Erin. "What should we do?" She asked looking a bit worried."Nothing, he can't really do anything. He'll eventually go away." I explained."He makes me nervous." She replied grabbing my arm."Well it seems you made him horny. But I felt even hornier now and my nipples hardened just being held by this man.It was as if he was reading my mind and he just reached his other arm over and put his hand under my chin and pulled me to him and kissed me right there and then.I had never in my life at that point ever gotten so aroused from a kiss of any kind from anyone including my husband who doesn't like to kiss at all. But this man worked his tongue in my mouth and I began to mingle our tongues and wow I was as hot as a. Look, his cock says cuckold on it".Gary said, "Is that true, you like to be cuckolded? Is that why she's wearing a shirt that says 'available'?" I didn't say anything as I pulled up my pants. Gary continued, "I thought I saw you looking at my friend Shane's big cock you little pervert." They laughed.We walked out of the bathroom and my wife and Christina were waiting by the door. They grabbed their men hand-in-hand as I followed. They flagged down a cab and the four of them squeezed into the. I don’t know. Seven thirty two in the PM time, the clock says. The moment of my birth and that just makes this feeling worse. I know there has to be more for me. It’s a uniquely selfish point of view. I’m a uniquely selfish person. Seven thirty two, and I tell myself to get up, get moving, and do something. But what? Always expectant, never inspired. I can’t sleep at night. I can barely sleep during the day. The restless feeling of impending destiny keeps me pacing, waiting for the door or.