. so I agreed.We drank at the hotel bar for an hour or so, making small talk. With each drink, I could feel the sexual tension between us intensifying..., and it wasn’t long before he invited me up to his hotel room. Honestly, I didn’t even think about my husband then, even though his cum had been dripping down from inside my pussy and arse all day, seeping into my knickers.I don’t even remember the Scotsman’s name, but we got to his room and, rather tipsily, I stripped myself off and sank. Weird, right?"It was a weird comment. I just laughed it off, but I was thinking about it later. How can you just make someone into your bitch?A few days later, while I was sucking his dick and he was jacking me off, he brought up that anal sex incident again."Do you want to try again? I mean, you're way too wide for me to take. But we've been watching all that gay porn. I'd love to just try it and see if we're any good. Besides, you really liked it. No shame in that. Just don't jack off, and. " He took its strap. She had been about to lift it back onto its familiar shoulder. She was intensely aware of the touch of his fingers.Her boyfriend stepped away. She watched his form mingle with the shapes, lose its coherence, vanish.She stood awkward and nervous. She imagined herself the object of curiosity, dressed in a floral patterned skirt, red flowers on a black background, knee length, black pumps with low heels and a form hugging dark red sweater, its neckline displaying a v of white. She found herself with Harry on one side, Margo on the other, Lori curled up around Harry, Magda spooning with Margo, and Carol between her legs, cushioning her head on one of Dommi’s thighs.It might not have been the most comfortable position in the world, but since they’d proposed to her, for the first time in so very long, Dommi felt like she was home. Her old friend, sleeping between her legs, well, that just made if feel even more like home.She awoke, not sure why. Everyone was still.