But I thought Brandon might be concerned.I shouldn't have worried. He was under the shower spray, dripping wet and bare. His body was slender. Thinner...than any girl — definitely missing most of the curves that make a girl interesting. But he wasn't scrawny. He was tautmostly; muscular and compact but with pecs and an ass, leaving me assured that when I bent him over, he wouldn't break.I opened the shower stall and stepped in. He looked surprised then his eyes traveled over me. His expression. .. do as much as you want with him.”The cuckolding thing again. Since we’d entered into the lifestyle Chris had been adamant that I have sex with another man and I’d always resisted it. I couldn’t be certain how opening up our marriage in that way would affect my relationship with my husband. With all the upheaval with Liz, now more than ever I needed a stable relationship with my husband. Our marriage was so very good ... dare I say, perfect. I couldn’t help but think that adding another man. I answered her question by running my hands along her asscheeks and sliding a finger in and pressing on her asshole. “Oh, you dirty boy. I haven’t been done there since college. Remind me of what I’m missing.”This opportunity got me hard again almost immediately. I got up, went into her bathroom and looked all through her medicine cabinet. I found a nearly new tube of KY gel. I went back to her bedroom where I found her on all fours, anticipating my arrival.“Oh no,” I said “ I want to look. ” When we reached his house, he pulled into the driveway while I parked in the street, then followed him into the house. I kicked off my shoes once we got inside, and as he turned to lock the door, I turned around and debated on what to do one last time as my trembling fingers found the front of my jeans. ‘This is my last chance to change my mind,’ I thought to myself. ‘If I do this, it will change everything. Do I really want to do this or not?’ My head swirled with guilt and frustration, but.