Lisa’s tongue and mouth felt bloody fantastic on my cock. Steve invited Lisa to go first and he climbed into the bath and lay down whilst Lisa crou¬ched over his lower region, feet either side of his hips. She admitted this to me 24hrs later, it brought her a sexual spur, but to Steve it brought his third climax of the day. Two years ago she would have accepted the latter with relish and I wondered how long I would have been happy with that, now it seemed she was accepting the former with relish. What I didn’t know at the time was my wife had already had three ‘dates’ with the guy who had lightly whipped her at the party, together with his wife had cajoled her into trying it again, but a bit harder. Lisa blushing profusely admitted that she was extremely aroused at Steve’s tales and with some prompting from him agreed she liked the piss part earlier and yes she wanted to drink from us both again and she’d like her drunk. If only she knew what lay ahead of her in the next few hours. Every so often I heard her say, rather, a deep throaty moan, ‘yes’ to him as he played with her eager body. It was only on the way out of the house
