That word shocked and excited me. No one had ever talked to me like that. He pulled my panties down and off, as I submissively stepped out of them”A... this point in the story, my wife’s fingers had slipped down her tummy, into the waistband of her panties and she was methodically rubbing the top of her very aroused pussy. I wanted her so badly, but I also wanted to know the rest of the story.“Then what happened?” I almost begged“He reached around and kissed my lips” she continued, “as he. Are you in the building? Should I take my plug out for you?”“Who said your appointment was with me?”Rachel’s voice fell in disappointment, “I was looking forward to seeing you. My pussy was wet for you.”“I think you need a reminder of who owns your holes.”Rachel swallowed. “You do, daddy.”“So whose pussy is that?”“Yours,” she whispered.“Good slut. So who decides who gets to use them?”“You do,” she whispered, arousal thick in her voice.“Are you excited, Rachel?”“Yes,” she answered.“Good. Put. The second part tells how I lost my bi cherry to another guy and became actively and happily bi sexual.As I boy growing up in a small English village in the 1960's, sex wasn't a subject that got talked about in an educational or overt way.The very conservative nature of our society at the time meant that any useful education was gained either from whispers in the playground at school, or through the usual c***d/teen exploration.I remember my first kiss with another boy quite clearly, though. What you've just done to me is amazing, could you visit with my granddaughters and see if you could help them the same way?" I don't see why not," Alex answered. "I'm assuming they're a little young to attend the concert tonight. I also see you don't have your other daughters with you." Alas, my youngest daughter died two years ago from colon cancer, so I help my son-in-law raise them occasionally. If you can see them sometime before you leave, I'd really appreciate it." I guess we could meet.