Profile. Not a bad looking guy at all. “You mean it?”“I mean it.”I changed the subject. We talked about the things we saw on the drive. I’m ...hinking, too, about what this trip is about. I’m being checked out medically. Main thing is sexually transmitted diseases. There’s a clinic that will accept me as a former sex worker. That’s a sterile term for ‘whore’. Being a whore, that’s not particularly sterile, though. I did require condoms. Every. Single. Time. Even for blow jobs. I’ve heard that you. We hadn’t done anything since last time. Well, sure, we’d had sex, but we hadn’t done, you know…anything.We had gotten bored, sex only takes up so much time, and even with our common interests, we were running out of fun and new non-sexual things to do. She suggested a picnic somewhere out in the woods around my house, but we woke up kind of lazy that day and decided the back yard would suffice. I went out to set up the blanket, while she stayed inside putting the food, dishes and silverware. She had a bushy pussy and pits too, which I loved and she knew it, Mmm. We had a friend in the building, an older white gay man, he was the one that connected Toni into fucking Flex and then bringing me into the mix. In a matter of 30mins I went from sucking on my wife’s hairy pussy to licking her hairy, musky arm pit (we both enjoy doing this and I love how she smelled.) to then sucking on Flex’s cock and actually enjoyed sharing his cock with my wife. While I was sucking Toni told me how hot. He must have enjoyed making me come. Then he leaned up over my shoulder and whispered to me again, “Good Girl! That’s the way to let yourself go. Sex is going to get better and better for you from here on out.”Then he removed my remaining bindings and the gag, and helped me up from the desk. He pulled my top up and rebuttoned it, and I allowed my skirt to fall back in place. I was still shaky from my monumental orgasm. Ivan was a gentleman. He offered me his arm to steady myself.When Ivan led.