There were hundreds of people there and most everybody had great costumes. It was a big deal. Well we no sooner got there and my husband disappeared. ...e had dressed as some kind of super hero, green makeup all over his face and this costume made him look way bigger than he really was, I could hardly recognize him. I had dressed as a southern belle, a little on the slutty side. Any way the night wore on and several drinks later and finally my husband returned. Or at least I thought it was him.. I looked at her to find her face one of eagerness and excitement as we both stroked and touched him. On impulse, I leaned forward, not to his cock but to her face. Her face shifted to a look of uncertainty but I continued tentatively to hers. My lips parted as I brought my lips to hers. It was brief but her lips were soft, supple, and yielding. I pulled back. Her tongue came out and touched where we had kissed, then smiled. My first kiss with a woman … at least, my first sexual kiss with a. To break bad habits by improving attitudes. The process of rehabilitating these two dykes was therapy for me as well. Power is an aphrodisiac, revenge is a turn on. This kind of high can't be found in booze or drugs, or in the biggest bottle of Viagra.Before the close of our session Pammy the scapegoat became Miss Pamela the head hero of this muff diving duo. She was now a dominant bitch with attitude and an Irish temper. She wasn't going to take any shit from anyone anymore, except from me of. You kept looking over at your computer at the strangest times. Not many people do that in the heat of the moment unless something is going on.” “And you let me carry on!” She feigned indignation as best she could before bursting in a giggling fit. “I’m so embarrassed.” Don leaned across the table and took both her hands in his. “Quite honestly, it turned me on even more knowing someone was watching. And made me even more curious about this crazy arrangement you seem to have in your marriage.”.