Gay sex was becoming more pleasurable physically, easing my transition into homosexuality.Now, I sure as hell wasn't ready to date. I couldn't do that...in good conscience. What I could do instead, was install Grindr on my phone and look for something a bit different this time. I browsed, looking for one thing in specific: I wanted to do the whole Netflix and chill thing. Just meet up with some guy, at my place or his, watch some stuff, and end up having sex. Anonymous sex with random men was. That was until about a month after Tommy moved in. My sex life went from very good to outstanding. It started one night after hubby and I had a great fuck session. We both fell asleep and I woke up about two hours later and needed something to drink. I went downstairs and noticed Tommy’s car was in our driveway, so I knew he was home. I figured he was asleep as well. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of ice tea, and sat at the table in the dark enjoying the silence as I relived. I told him we would probably end up in the pool later and she would have it on again which received an automatic "Yes please!". So we grabbed the alcohol and headed back to the house. The wife took a nap and we watched some TV and chilled.Later we all started to have some beers and were getting hungry. We ordered some pizza and had a few slices each and continued to drink. At this point the whiskey came out and we all had a few shots. my wife is not a big whiskey drinker so it took some coaxing. .oh!" I stammered. Nancy gave me a pitying look. "You should get yourself a vibrator. I have one for when Frank isn't around and it sure helps! But don't go for a cheap one! They are just nasty and stop working after a few uses." I was sure that by now I was blushing so much that I looked like an angry tomato!"But, but, do I have to go into a...you know, a sex shop? I don't like those!" I stuttered. Nancy laughed and said "No silly! Just order it online! And they deliver discreetly these days..