“What about you, Pet? Is that what you want? For another man, me, to fuck you doggy-style like you’re a bitch on heat?”This occasions an even lo...ger pause. “I suppose,” Pet’s voice quavers eventually.I smile. “Are you feeling embarrassed?”“A little.”“That’s perfectly all right, but you can say what you like, I can’t see your face.”“I know, but… but…”I wait a little. “Would you like to know what I’m really thinking, Pet?”“Yes,” the woman says softly, not sounding entirely convinced.“I’m thinking. That was my spot to sleep in for the night. Apillow and a blanket and a hard floor. Not the best way to appease an angrydick, especially when it so badly wanted the guy laying just a foot or twoaway.Only five minutes or so had passed when I heard light snores coming fromTodd. I was still wired, and my dick was raging. I decided to see just howasleep he was. "Todd? Can you hear me?"No response. I sat up next to the bed and saw him laying on his side,facing away from me. I bumped his arm. No. She sat next to me on my couch after a shared dinner, sipping some more wine and listening to an album of folk music.“Can I get close to you and have you put your arm around me?” Her request surprised me but I happily complied. We sat that way for quite a while until the album ended.She sat up and gave me a little kiss, saying, “I’d better go or I might do something I shouldn’t!” When I looked puzzled she added, “I miss my husband.” OK, I got it. It was a compliment that this attractive young. It’s been consensual all the way from the start between the three of us.”“It’s unconventional, we admit,” said Louise, “but it’s not sick, it’s not by force and it’s been beautiful and perfect.”Mom was a thirty-nine-year-old, somewhat chubby blonde. She had raised us on her own after my father died ten years ago. She did a great job if I can express my totally biased opinion on the matter. And she’s been alone ever since. She never brought anybody home as she was worried about our reaction and.