“She will bolt this time, and we are off to play golf, she's about to run away like a scared school girl” I bet.Bobby did not wait for further per...ission. His right hand snaked down Trudy's petite frame just below her skit, then navigated up her inner thigh. His lips continued sucking on her hardened nipple. I looked down to see Bobby's hand stop moving upward and knew he'd reached my wife's pussy. I heard Trudy moan ever so softly and our eyes met. Her lips were on mine instantly and she stole. The rest of the day passed in a blur of wonderful sex with two men and a woman, though I did feel a little guilty without my man participating.The day my man arrived home we fucked every which way. “Tell me, what you did while I was away? Did you fuck anyone?,” he asks in the after glow.“No baby, I didn’t,” I told him truthfully as I teased his now flaccid cock with my fingers.“The most exciting thing I did was to have afternoon tea with Marianne. You know we were lovers once.”“And did. Then we broke up laughing."Ok, you first" Stefan said when we could talk again. He was blushing, and I suspected that I was too."Well I was wondering if you'd like to... you know... try some stuff. With me, I mean." Drea, you're my sister" Yeah, and you're my brother." And you're a lesbian." That's different. You're my brother." So what did you have in mind?" Well" I said, marveling to hear the words coming fully formed out of my mouth "I was thinking of something in the nature of a blowjob.". I had done some thinking about what I'd told Fran - that Micky and Susan acted "married". It was little things they did that caused me to think that way. It was the way they looked at each other, and their posture when they stood together. It was the way that, while telling a story about their past, one picked up the narrative from the other in that seamless kind of storytelling way that shows that both have the same memories about something because they lived it together. Yet, as in any.