We didn’t quite have full sex (in my local club, in public) but we did as much as we could get away with.

Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife ** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. Once we arrive at the restaurant, I open the car door for her —’cause I’m a gentleman and that’s how I roll — and she climbs out, deliberately flashing me in the process. I catch a brief glimpse of blue lace that I immediately recognize as a skimpy little thong that I adore. Like a left hook to a glass jaw, the sight leaves me reeling. In answer, she steps out of the bathroom with a twirl, her short skirt flowing out (and up) to reveal a tremendous amount of thigh. “How do I look?” she asks, smiling.Man Hen called (after waking up on his bathroom floor) and reassured me that our friendship remained platonic (phew), and that binge-drinking, drug-taking and abusing the neighbours with Pink Floyd were the only activities of my hen night/morning/afternoon. NOTE!! - Don't listen to this while driving or operating heavy machinery or doing anything that requires your full attention!! We get in our tent and I roll out our double sleeping bag and we both get in together. After a while of laying there my wife starts to shiver. She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!

MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her **, ate her till she climaxed. She told me she had tried to throw me a few hints to get me interested in hopes of my joining the group. I was too dumb to read her comments. She said her interest was piqued when the other gal kept bragging about how big his ** was and how she loved him using it on her. In time I discovered that our friends made a hobby of teaming up on vulnerable women and sexually seducing them. He kneeled half way on the bed and lowered his head till he had his face in her cunny. He pulled her ** to the side and began to give her head. She was moaning loud enough for me to hear her outside the wall. I was worried the kids might hear her. Here is a guy eating my wife's ** and I am worrying about the kids hearing the sounds of their **. I took my phone into the bathroom and begged a man I’d met three hours before to make me come. Days before my wedding. In my best friend’s flat. Don’t tell anyone. She keeps shivering and eventually tells me that she isn’t feeling well, but doesn’t want to ruin our trip. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was psyched that she said that because I wanted to get the hell out of there. As I said before, I’m not a big fan of nature.My favourite hen night, though, was one where I was good enough to be invited to the hen party — but not good enough to be invited to the wedding. My wife caught me rubbing my ** thru my robe and that actually got her **. I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault. But there have been a couple of crossed wires with the thrill seekers who have expected a bit more than just some pics from their sessions with Helen.

The woman wasn’t really a friend. And, actually, was sort of a bitch. Very ‘Clahm’. [That’s ‘posh Clapham’ for non-London readers.] We were going to w*** bars, paying for w*** drinks (for her w*** drinks), and I was supposed to be entertaining her. ‘Look at me! I dance! I’m funny!’ I spent a great deal of time fantasizing about the two of them. Strangely enough, my wife and I never discussed it. When your wife is out of town, your hot younger neighbor drops by to show you what it means to have the best of both worlds. I’m imagining that thong under her skirt as I follow her inside, my eyes glued to her booty the whole time. We’re shown our booth and she scoots up next to me, intoxicating me with her warmth. My hands almost immediately creep to her thighs, savoring the short skirt, but she moves my hand away every time I get a little too explorative.Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal. We say goodbye to the kids and the babysitter and climb into the car. As I drive, I can’t help but notice her skirt slipping higher, a little mind game she’s playing with me despite her acting innocently oblivious A friendly experienced saleswoman at the sex shop provides you with the 'hands-on' help you'll need to convince your wife to try ana!.