Sure enough, Al and his work mates were already there.
The rest of the bar was empty apart from the young Irish bartender, Shay.
“What do you want? It’s my round.” Al called to us.
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“Had a good time?” he asked as he handed me my drink.
“Yes, thanks. The meal best leg was lovely. Have you eaten?” I replied.
My heart beating faster, by the minute.
“Not yet,” he laughed as he nudged Carl, “but I fancy some hairy pie, later.” Both men laughed, at me.
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I stuck my tongue out, but my nipples gave away my feelings.
“Where are we going?” I asked as Dec joined us.
“We can have best leg a couple here, then get taxi’s over to St. James’s, at midnight.” Al told me.
“Time for a quick game, then.” Dec looked at JJ, then the pool table.
JJ looked best leg at Al, who nodded.
As they best leg started their game, Al started his.
Within seconds, Carl, Bam Bam and Al had surrounded me.
Without arousing my husbands’ suspicions, their hands immediately began stroking my long, nylon clad legs.
Fingers were pulling at the back of my g-string.
When I showed no resistance, they got braver and openly squeezed my arse and best leg teased my pubes.
Al even slid a finger just inside my pussy lips, then slowly withdrew it, scooping out some of my juice, before placing it under his nose and, theatrically, inhaling my musk.
“That smells nice best leg!” he said as he invited Bam Bam to smell his finger, “You don’t, really, want to co clubbing do you?” Al whispered, in my ear.
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I closed my eyes and stood, pressed myself against the bar best leg, as these three men best leg sent me to Heaven, and I did nothing to stop them.
“Shay! Lock that door.” I heard one of them shout to the barman.
One of the men was, now, nuzzling my ear and my neck as another unclipped my bra, freeing my 32b best leg tits for their fun.