"Nope. Why?" Miranda responded."Come over," I said."Why?" she responded."Because I want to see you," I said."You're married," she responded."So? It ha...n't stopped you from flirting with me." I said.I didn't get an answer. Nothing. I waited for almost ten minutes. And I still got nothing. And I finally said fuck it. I gave up. Turned on some music. Was planning on chilling out, relaxing, and most likely finding some dirty porn online. Hey, I'm a guy. I do my thing when I can't get some of my. I resumed "I have had my suspicions for some time now that Paul was submissive and bisexual, and I have worked out that you too Antoinette are exactly the same"I quickly recovered my concentration on the road, as I was now aware of driving along the motorway with a raging hard on, I thought what the heck, no one can see me so high up in the van so I eased my rock hard cock from my trousers and slowly felt its potent strength.I recalled that night, "Antoinette, why have you not begun to show me. I fucked you from behind and you sucked his cock. We jerked off kneeling over your naked body and came on your tits. We couldnt get enough. It was like none of us had never had sex before. We were a sexual trio. We bought a King sized bed to give us room for more sexual romping. You loved using a vibrator and a small sex toy to make your self come. When you did that we would knell over your hot naked body and stroke our cocks, or we would stroke each others cock. Sometimes we would be on the. I definitely will. I pace back and forth in my apartment holding that card wondering if its too soon to call, if this is for real, or am I falling into someone's idea of a hilarious joke. I think about the sex and decide that it was good enough to be a fool this once and dial the number. "Hello," a smooth deep voice comes through the phone and sends chills straight to my pussy. I say, "Hello," and ask to speak to the right man for me. He tells me, "You got him." At this point I’m not sure what.