"A massage, not sex."I pushed open the bathroom door and turned on the light. I tried to close the door but he stood in the doorway and refused to mov...."Steve!" I complained."I've seen you go to the bathroom before," he said grinning."I have to go Number Two," I lied, feeling my face flush.His grin widened. "I've seen you do that also," he reminded me.Now my face really reddened. "No!" I said sternly, pushing him back into the bedroom. "Not tonight!"Before he could recover I closed the door and. ” Ronnie chuckled and our salads arrived. She refilled our glasses with wine. “Liam discovered my stash of sex toys that I had purchased at the shop and that got us talking. He admitted that he didn’t think that he was satisfying me fully in bed… he would enter me, thrust some and then satisfy himself, not rudely but that’s all sex was to him. He told me that he had a fantasy idea that he wanted me to consider. My loving husband wanted to watch me have sex with other men! No affairs or sneaking. That morning, Audrey had slid off the short nighty she'd worn to sleep in the night before, and she situated herself in the center of her and Ed's bed, laid back on several cushions she'd arranged for comfort and then Audrey had started letting her hands roam over her body as she played with her rounded breasts, her naked pussy and other parts of her body as she brought herself to a high state of arousal and then felt herself exploding in a sexy hot orgasm that spread over her entire. However, God didn’t seem to listen and two years later, when I was fifteen and Katy, my bestest friend, kissed me, I couldn’t resist, I didn’t want to resist, and I responded in kind. One kiss led to another and for eight glorious months we explored our growing attraction, getting to know every inch of each others bodies, sharing a physical expression of our closeness. We were discrete, or at least we thought we were, and all went well until, one day, dad came home from work early and found us.