“You’re the only person I’ve ever brought here.”I frowned at her. “Really?”“Of my friends, yeah. I’ve been out here with my family and...the people who own this place, sure ... But when I come here alone at night, it’s always been just that. Me alone. No one else was ever worthy to join me. And I’m serious about that, dude.”“Wow ... I’m honored, Alana! Really.”“Cool. But all right, enough suspense. Go on with your story. And stop hogging the joint!”I sniffed and passed it to her. “So okay, we’ll. When I withdrew a stream of cum pulled away with my cock, and Amelia could see that Cara’s pussy lips were stretched loosely away, her pussy veritably swimming with my cum. It was quite a sight, but Cara was very sensitive and asked Amelia nicely not to finger her again. Amelia obliged, but all the time she never took her eyes off my girlfriend’s freshly fucked pussy, and her nipples looked so hard I thought they were going to explode off her chest. When Cara had recovered a bit she told. The foreplay started all over again, a lot more slowly.Bonnie and I played with each others cock while Debbie stroked Tanya and got her pussy massaged, all the while giving me these knowing looks. Bonnie pulled me off the couch and lay down on the carpeted floor with her ass in the air. Debbie joined her in the same position Tanya knelt behind her, pulled Debbie's cheeks apart and starting giving Debbie a rim job and fingering her pussy. I took that as a cue and went to work tonguing Bonnie's. I was also curious about other things that I had never given much thought to. What would it be like to touch another woman? Are black guys really better in bed? What about toys? What would it be like to go into an adult theater? It surprised me all the stuff that was seemingly suppressed in my mind for so long. And it made me feel guilty that I wasn't attempting to experience this with my husband.The next day I called into work while my husband was in the shower. We then shared breakfast before.