" I looked down at the table top, totally humiliated and waiting for her to laugh at me or ridicule me, or worse, ask me what I meant. I'd have to tel... her more, I knew she wouldn't let it go. But she did none of those things, no laughing, and no ridicule. What she did was move her hand from my thigh to my crotch and then she squeezed me, dick, nuts and all. I gasped in surprise. "I feel something down there Tim, are you telling me it doesn't get hard?" "Um, no, it gets hard alright, it's. I wondered how I could ever be happy with what Paul had hanging between his muscular legs. Soft it must have been a couple of inches and hard maybe five inches and not very big around. I wondered if I hadn’t, been taken in our upstairs washroom by Vincent and his friends if I’d still be happy with Paul? I probably never would have discovered I was an out of control bitch dog in heat. I had felt something had been missing even before I married Paul. I felt even more incomplete after I. We all agreed on the wall coverings and fabrics, the furniture was a collection of cast-off floor samples, and antiques I had collected, but what made it work was the combination of light afforded by the old drafty windows and the colors. A mix of pastels and earth tones, with lots of green plants and sunlight, both diffused and direct gave the place a simple warmth that belied all the planning that had gone into making it. At night the lighting set the mood, but during the day the suns rays. I went to a club in Dallas that caters to open lifestyle adults. I found a man in there who looked like a promising date. We talked and he told me he was looking for a woman who wouldn't mind attending a party with a couple of his friends. I almost came when he said that. I said I was game. We drove to his house. The party was him Chris, his brother Shane, and his two sons Mark and David. They were having a coming out party they said. I started kissing Chris whie Shane lifted my skirt.