‘OK’ replied her husband. ‘We’ll eat first though, yeh?’ he said ‘ok’ answered Debs.Her husband got up and went to the bathroom to get r...ady. Debs started to dress. What shall I wear, she thought. She smiled again. Pulled out the white summer dress she had bought and slipped it over her head. No underwear just the dress, it was the way she was feeling so she did it. The dress was quite sheer and hugged her figure beautifully. It had a low v at the front where the tops and sides of her. Sasha opened her eyes and pulled my face close to hers. When she kissed me, I felt a warm rush in my crotch. I could’ve made love to her all over again but I knew if I stayed I would be late. “I gotta go babe’, you are welcome to stay here and wait for me if you want.” Sasha is not only beautiful but she comes from a rich family. They set her up so that her only job is to look good, which she does quite well. She frowned when I got up off the bed. “Damn it Adrian, I told you to quit that shitty. . and him," she adds. My heart gives a double-beat in my chest, a delicious lurch as she points to that tiny, rarely-used butt plug nestling there against a bottle of lube and four or five probably useless pens."I think it's that kind of a morning," she says. "A two-toys kind of a morning," she adds. She rolls sideways against me, moving over onto her back. She shuffles sideways on the bed, over towards Rose, and spreads her legs wide, the black hair of her pussy shining wet. She reaches a hand. Answering my concern, she stated emphatically that the extra sex with others only increased her desire for, and enjoyment of, sex with my father.I told mom how much I appreciated her sharing that with me and that she was a very special woman. On my way home I was very aroused and trying to figure out how to explain this idea to my husband. We had fantasized a bit about “sharing” or “swinging” and it got him excited so I brought it up during sex without telling him where the idea came from. Both.