However, we maintain a friendly contact for my GF's sake. However, there is one thing that we both know we have in common with each other. A craving f...or adventurous and experimental sex which we both feel our partners deprive us. This is what my GF told me once. "You and Malin should be together, you would have a great time. She also wants more adventurous sex with Adam." This wasn't an invitation btw but said in sarcasm.So, one Saturday night Malin and Adam held a party. We socialised, drank,. I pressed my boner up against my stomach, secured it with the waistband of my pants, and was ready to head downstairs for dinner.As soon as I left my room, I knew there was going to be a big problem. My heart was still beating out of my chest, my breath was still short and labored, and a thin layer of cold sweat coated my entire body. I was still as horny as I had ever been in my entire life; so horny that it was uncomfortable.With each step towards the stairs, my mind raced. I saw mental. He offered me the stool and I sat, allowing him to buy me another drink."Well, cowboy, what brings you to this watering hole?" I asked, trying to be cute but sounding a little brittle."I'm not really a cowboy," he said slowly. "I'm a horseman, raising and training horses. I came to town to find a new mare." My heart was pounding as I studied his face. He has just a light twinkle in his eyes as if teasing me and trying not to show it."I love horses," I told him."Doesn't surprise me. Horses are. Ohh, flood my cunt, stud! Hmm, Im cumming, yes, yes! Fuck, yes! There was only heavy breathing coming from the stall and then the metallic rasp of a zipper, leather rubbing on metal as a belt was buckled. Ohh, that was great. You want to get out of here, or something, baby. Maybe, my wife purred, why dont you go get us some drinks while I get cleaned up. Sure, the guy answered, the stall opened and he left. I waited a minute and slipped out of the stall, one hand holding my pants up, my cock.