|A sheep's stomach is useful ...|
|I regularly flew to Texas and stayed at the Marriott in Dallas. |
Drinking was difficult because of dry areas but the hotel had a basement club which was licenced.
You had to buy membership but it was only $18.
Turning up at the entrance I was about to pay my fee when an angel approached me saying 'don't do that'.
All my friends are in there, they are prettier than me and I want you to myself.
We walked off down the corridor with her arm in mine chatting about who we were.
Margaret was a typical Texan wife, out with the girls and emancipated but the men didn't know it.
Her husband was rich and she drove a Jaguar E-type.
Within a few minutes we had gone to my room and we had a good grope.
She then asked me to fuck and I said I would love to but she had a problem, she could only use one type of old fashioned birth control, a sheep's stomach condom.
I had never heard of such a thing and certainly didn't have one.
So she gave me a blow job and asked if she could return the following evening to fuck.
Obviously I agreed and sure enough she appeared the next night and we put on this strange looking sock with a string, and then she really gave it one.
I thought the condom would break but she knew it was really strong.
She was noisy and just loved to pound up and down while I lay on my back.
When we had done it several times she started introducing me to her girlfriends but always made it clear I wasn't to stray.
We fucked every time I went to Dallas for months and I had to stop her sending me expensive presents from Niemann Marcus.
My main customer there was a government electronics contractor and the key contact invited me to a cocktail party when we signed a deal.
I turned up thinking that I might find another Texas lady to fuck.
I was horrified to discover that the guy who asked me was Margaret's husband - imagine the look on her face when he introduced us - only hours earlier I had been fucking her brains out.