I started firing into the six men stumbling around blindly. I shot each and the rounds punched through the armor they wore. I turned as I slipped the ...pistols back into the holsters.I used a special comp to bypass the lock and then started to use the manual crank to open the inner hatch. The others crowded in and as soon as the hatch was wide enough sonic burst spheres were pushed through. They were followed by grenades and smoke and once the hatch was open they dove into the ship.I waited to. I was all over them with my hands while Diane and Suzy took off my shoes, sock and were working on my pants. Once they had stripped my lower half the pounced on my cock swapping my dick back and forth. Their varied techniques had me worked and ready to blow, but Jo told me to hold back because they had some big plans. It was hard, but I used the excuse to taking off my shirt to separate for a second and cool down. Diane and Suzy had shed their clothes and were now making out with Jo and Linda.. We were out at our favorite Irish Pub again one night when Tom happened to walk-in. He saw us and waved. Susan glowed as he walked over to our table with his pint. “May I join you?”, he asked. My wife immediately, and perhaps too eagerly, insisted that he should.We small talked and I watched as Susan and Tom flirted. I could tell that they both wanted each other but didn’t want to open the subject. Finally, I laughed “Will the two of you either behave or go fuck?” They looked at me startled,. “Another stout,” Joe said.“A single malt, straight up,” Cheryl ordered. “Whichever you like best. With a soda back.”“You know what you want?” Joe asked.“Fish and chips,” Cheryl smiled. “With a house salad. House dressing.”“I’ll have the shepherd’s pie,” Joe added.When the waiter left, Cheryl removed her glasses. “Afraid of bruises?” she smirked.“I don’t know what I was afraid of. Rhonda suggested I should call you. Thankfully no bruises or scars. But you don’t look happy.” In fact he could see.