Fuck. Did he realize I was checking out his crotch? Inch by inch, Nate's eyes turned back towards the mirror. Wilfred was still looking at him. His ex...ression was that of amusement, with his smile crooked to one side. Wilfred squinted at him, then winked. Nate felt a heavy thump in his chest. The guy just winked . Wilfred's eyes rolled downwards. He scanned Nate's nearly naked body. His eyes stopped at Nate's crotch, pleased with the fully erected dick hiding under his boxers. Wilfred smiled. At one point in my early to mid twenties, without keeping score, I was concurrently sleeping with at least four women, all good friends of mine of whom two were married (not to me) and two single. They all knew each other; I believe they had coffee and compared notes once a week; there were no secrets except with the husbands and with the people I was working for and with (why them for another time). In my late twenties one of these married ladies got divorced and I ended up in my own first. Her panties felt wet against my thigh, and her breathing was coming in short gasps. "Sammy, this is amazing. Why didn't we do it before?" she asked between gasps.I could tell that she was getting close to orgasm. I continued to rub the little bud between her ass cheeks. I pulled her bottom lip out and released it several times, and felt her collapse in my arms. I held her until she regained her breathing, and then I got off of the bed.She followed me into the bathroom where I was washing the. But last night, all by herself, Lynnasked me if I’d like her to blow me. She was willing. We wound up just lying with each other. We started looking in each other’s eyes, and ... It was so amazing. The whole rest of the world disappeared. That’s what it seemed like. Just Lynn and I whispering to each other, and the whole rest of the world just wasn’t there. I can’t believe the stuff I told her about myself, stuff I thought was so embarrassing I’d never tell anybody. Know what I mean?”“Yeah, I.