If you read the first part of this story or even my first upload from April you'll know I'm a married lady, my husband loves me flirting with other men and we always know where the boundaries lie. He has no urge for me to be fucked, he just wants other men to want me. The sight of me being held by another man is a joy to him, and for the last few years we have played at teasing the fuck out of good looking younger men while John squirms in a strange painful joy, later we fuck hard and come lots. Recently we have let it go a little further with me in the back of a BMW steaming up the windows with a young blonde lad and then there is this story of me and Guy, an American chap who thinks John is out in the ether with a broken down car. Part 2 I grabbed Guys hand and pulled him off the dance floor, the kiss was so intense and I didn't want to waste it on strangers. John was stood, pint in hand and eyes as wide as the Mersey Tunnel as we walked towards him. I smiled as I leant my back against the wall just three feet from him. He turned away and looked onto the dance floor as Guy closed in on me, he kissed me hard and took deep breaths through his nose. I could feel his hardness through his slacks, he ground onto me, his knees slightly bent so it met my pubic bone. I knew this was Johns dream scenario, watching me, watching someone so into me that he was oblivious to a man, my husband, staring intently at his arse slowly pumping against me. The kiss stopped and he came up for air. "Do you want to retire to my room?" "Guy! I'm not ready to retire yet, I'm much too young." I laughed. "We can get more comfortable, you know?" "I'm fine, Guy." I smiled. "Although I could do with my wine.." I looked to the bar where it sat with his whiskey. He nodded, straightened his cock and sauntered away. "You enjoying this?" I said out of the side of my mouth. John was silent but nodded. "He's just asked me back to his room, he wants me big time, darling." he nodded again. "You don't want me to go with him do you?" no nod, no nothing, just a lick of his lips. "John?" "I don't know!" he voice broke as he spoke. "You want me to fuck him?" I was shocked. "NO!" his voice strong again. "What, if I go back he won't want just a snog." "I know, shit here he comes." Guy arrived with top ups too. "Hey, Jan." he handed me a very large white wine. We drank and kissed next to John for another ten minutes, his hand discovered my hold ups and he gave a sigh. I was dripping downstairs and was loving the attention. John walked away and I watched him take out his phone and start texting. My phone alerted me to a message and I opened it and read it. 'Half hour in his room.' I read it, and what? I text back. "Sorry, Guy, my husband." his face dropped. 'Fuck him?' I asked, my heart banging in my chest. 'No, please no fucking.' 'Okay, but might be hard stop him, he's big and strong.' 'Would you BJ????' 'Tell me to blow him, babe.' 'Blow him please.' I swear I nearly came there and then. 'Sure? I don't want to hurt you' 'Sure, no fuck tho please' 'Okay.' I put the phone back in my bag and looked at Guy. "Everything okay?" he asked looking sad. "Nope, my hubby will be here in 45 to 50 minutes." "Shit, do you have to go?" "Yes." "I won't say I'm not dis.." I stopped him mid sentence. "I need to go to your room, no fucking though, I'm a married woman." "Let's go, baby." he left his whiskey and grabbed my hand. I was whisked towards the exit passed a man who looked sheepish. Poor John, I thought, but I'm nothing if not obdient, Love, Honour and Obey...I love him to death, toatally the only man for me, I will honour him too but when I am told to Blow a gorgeous hunk over ten years my junior and I fucking obeying the fuck out of my lovely husband...love cock...love John. Back tomorrow with the end game. You are such a sweet lot asking me to continue...I obey darlinks..he he. xx