My hands all over Sharon’s killer tits, and on her pussy, fingering fucking her and stuff like that. Also, Lynda’s round arse enthusiastically bo...bing up and down on my throbbing cock. Bryan and I hadn’t really chosen who we wanted yet, the field was open. My thoughts quickly had to change though, as my hard dick was stretching my shorts. I focused on dinner and I’d shopped for scampi and potato salad, some ice cream for dessert and four bottles of red wine and now I looked forward to. During the time I was married I had started to neglect my body, as most married guys do, and now that I was single again I made it a point to get back in shape and regain my thin, yet muscular physique that I was once so proud of. I started working out with a neighbor of mine who was once a competitive body builder. He was an invaluable source of fitness information. Anything you wanted to know about exercise, he seemed to know it. Since it was years since I did any real exercise, I welcomed. Pardon me for being so blunt. I need more excitement in my life. Sure, we have sex, but it’s quite plain. I need more than that.” “have you considered counseling?” I offered, trying to be helpful. She laughed out loud when I said that, looking at me like I had just said the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. I started blushing, realizing that I’d just made a fool of myself. I was young and naïve, not knowing how to play the game. “Adam,” she said, “I don’t need counseling. I need a little. When I had got up an hour or so earlier to use the bathroom, she was still asleep in my bed, naked and looking so sweet and innocent, a look which I knew to be deceptive, to say the least. Rather than disturb her, I had got back into bed and gone back to sleep with my arm across her.Now I was waking again to see her facing me, still seemingly sleeping. I reached a hand out to her, or at least I tried to, but the hand would not move. A quick check told me I was tied to the bed, my wrists cuffed.