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I thought it was more likely that they would hit on him than on me, but my interest was aroused by his suggestion. We had shared a long time fantasy about me making love to another guy or guys with his knowledge and consent. This fantasy had remained strongly stimulating to us in bed, but one that we had never had either the opportunity nor the ability to carry any further. It would probably help the reader if I provided some further insights about myself.
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This seemed like that occasion.
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We entered the bar about 9 pm, with my husband taking a seat at a table near the entrance and me finding the one single seat still available at the bar. From this point, we Mexican gay stories still see each other fairly well.
The band was just beginning, playing very danceable oldies type music. I ordered a margarita and enjoyed both the drink and the music for a while. A group of young men were seated next to me and we eventually struck up a conversation. I was attracted to one guy who had long dark brown hair, blue eyes and an expressive face to go with it. He was about 5' 11" or so, slim build with just the right amount of muscular definition to his chest and arms. His looks could be described as "cute" in a grownup, handsome manner.
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He smiled and let me lead him to our rental car. We had rented a Mustang Convertible for the trip to enjoy all that Southern California had Dominant female sex stories offer.
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