“Looks like you and the wife are a lot kinkier than I thought,” Tanya said, “or maybe not. This doesn’t look like it’s been used much at all... Maybe never.” “Well, I … ah …” “Shut up,” Tanya said, “and close the door. Now.” I did as she asked and turned to face her. “You want this cock?” she teased. “You want me to fuck you up the ass with this? You want to be my bitch?” My cock was instantly erect. The answer to her question was obvious: fuck yeah. I wanted to be her bitch. “Take your. I have never known a woman with more to offer a man than you."Beth looked into my eyes. I could tell that the combination of wine and attention was having a delicious effect on her principles. As she looked at me, small almost imperceptible signals reached me, she tilted her head slightly, her lips were slightly parted, her eyes were dilated. Seeing my opportunity I leaned forward and kissed her. She closed her eyes. She was mine.I didn't know it, but Beth had decided to give herself to me. I watched them go and then forked up my last bit of bacon, chewed it and helped it down with a swallow of lukewarm coffee. Ugh! I got off my stool as Gaynor strode back into the kitchen, heading straight for me with arms held out. We embraced, our cool bodies squashed together, breasts, stomachs and thighs melting into one form. “It’s been lovely,” I said looking up into Gaynor’s face. She smiled, displaying all those white teeth without a trace of omelet or bacon. How does she do it? “Yes,. One of the great things about my situation was that Randall worked in manufacturing. He specialized in inspecting castings. My company was also manufacturing based. We owned a lot of direct to factory manufacturing concerns all across the company. I had a PI friend who lived in Boston. I had him regularly check on Randy. Every time he got a job, I'd talk to one of our account execs. If we had an account with the company Randy worked for, one of my friends had lunch with someone who worked there.