”“She will meet handsome, rich man and marry. She likes guys too, too much I think. Do you like guys.”“I don’t hate them.”She smiled. “I...don’t hate but I don’t fuck.” Livia sat down and picked up her drink from her table, long legs extended, heels on the railings. “How come you have no girlfriend?”I shrugged. “I did have but she left me. Maybe my tits are too small for her liking.”She laughed. “Sure, we always leave our lovers because their tits are the wrong size. Show me.” I hesitated and she. It was fun to see her, very relaxed and enjoyable. Then, on my way home, the phone rang. It was Marie. She told me there was something she wanted to say that she hadn't said during our coffee. She told me about her husband, and that he'd always wanted to have a third person join them in bed. She'd suggested me, but had been too reluctant to ask me in person. We'd been in a few groups before during our time together, and I’d liked it. She told me that it was her husband’s fantasy to see her. She asked me to come inside. I went to the car and took the things and gave it to her. She closed the door. She offered me a beverage. I told coffee. So she went to prepare coffee.As she had just come out of the bathroom from the middle of her bath, her nighty was stuck to her body and was fully wet. I could see the soap and shampoo foam on her hair and neck. So I went to the kitchen to check out her wet and sexy body once again. She was busy preparing coffee.Suddenly, I thought of peeing so. ’ ‘Come over here.’ ‘Not just yet.’ Then, Petra started slowly taking off her clothes. Starting with her shoes, her pantyhose, her skirt, her blouse, her bra, and her panties. Then, she walked over to Vincent and pulled out her strawberry red chignon and let her curls cascade down to her bare back. She walked across the room to the bed to be encircled in Vincent’s arms. He kissed her and lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom where he placed her in the whirlpool bath tub filled with warm.