" Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."After this it became a regular thing, she would come home from work and he would be waiting in his room, lying nak...d with a hard-on, waiting for her. Sometimes she would jerk him off, making him cum all over her tits, at other times she would suck his cock, taking it all in her mouth when he came.This worked for a while, but eventually she was caught by her husband, when she emerged from Rob's room with her tits all covered in cum.Phil couldn't believe his. This time it was real. I joined her. "Look at us," I said. "Jetsam and flotsam."I raised my glass in a toast.Shireen was an efficient seducer. She never missed a shortcut during our meal to make the route to her end-goal the quickest possible. That goal was my bed. And her stepping-stones were flirtatious looks, little touches and rather shockingly direct remarks. On top of that there was her incredible laugh.When we concluded the dinner with espressos and brandies, her body ended up being very. She spared nothing and no hole, literally making her friend cum so many times I lost count. It was an amazing visual and audio that I played around with for weeks in my fantasies until that fateful night which is where this story really begins. I had already bought my strap on and tried it on several times in the mirror. I tried my best to really get into the role of a man and it was quite a bit of fun pumping and flexing in the mirror and the like. The cock I used for my strap on was not the. And I have been bi-curious ever since my early sexual experiences. My slim size 10-12 body is still good. I wear skimpy g-strings everywhere I go and I love the feel of my naked arse cheeks rubbing against my clothes and men (and women) ogling my good firm arse.Not long afterwards I told one of my bisexual lady friends, Vivian, about our conversation. She is around my age, still attractive to both sexes and from some of the tales she has told me a very adept lover.“I am willing and able, let’s.