It doesn't take but a couple of moments before I hear her heavy breathing. She has fallen asleep on my chest.My bedroom door opens quietly. Jennifer c...mes in and climbs into bed with Diane and me. She kisses me, seeing my beautiful sleeping lover. Jennifer whispers into my ear, "I guess you took everything out of her," She says in a heartfelt manner.I respond, "And if you reach between her legs, you'll feel that I put a lot into her as well," I say smiling in a very low tone.Jennifer giggles. I am due to go out with my friends so my wife can host a girl’s night at our house. The lady introduces herself as Jennifer, a hostess from one of those sex toy party hosting companies. I look at my wife who shyly admits it was her idea for girl’s night (this is shocking to me because my wife is typically very reserved when the discussion turns to sex). They are both a little deflated because the man that normally assists Jennifer is unable to attend and it reduces some of the demonstration. We have used the same plumber for many years, funnily enough, his name is the same as my husband’s – Trev. I have always known that he fancies me, so I play along when I know that he is calling. I apply fresh makeup and dress in a way that I know he will enjoy. I never wear a bra and usually wear either a tight-fitting t-shirt, or a loose silky top. My nipples are always hard as I am looking forward to the attention that I will get from him, and I give them a little pinch to ensure that they. I gazed at her, wondering how much of the story to tell. But she was a priestess of The Lady. Even more, we were friends."He came to me..."He came to me in the Temple. He came to me in the still of the evening, in the repose that followed a day of strife. He came to me not as my Lord Phoebus Apollo, but as a God who was also a man, and in coming to me He wanted those things a man always wants from a woman."My Lord, I cannot," I said with a shake of my head."It is not hard," He said. In the dim.