Looking at me shyly, Cheryl asked if I were bisexual. Trying to look noncommittal I queried why, and she explained that they found in the course of an...evening with a friend who they discovered was bisexual, that a cock in his arse assured Wally of a healthy erection. In response to Cheryl’s revelation, I acknowledged that I was bi in the right company, and she asked when I could next join them. As Wally worked every second Saturday, he took Wednesday afternoons off. Because Cheryl frequently. Truth was she loved every last thing he was doing to her, sure that she’d never been as turned on in her entire freaking life. The guy was absolute genius at turning a woman on, and now if he’d just get out his cock and fuck her, she’d be over the moon. Suddenly when she looked up and noticed a pair of shiny silver handcuffs dangling in front of her eyes, she let out a gasp, and said, “You wouldn’t dare.” Her heart already pounding, her poor pussy clenching hard at the thought of being. As I got to the top of the stairs, I noticed a light on and some low talking (was that a moan?) from the master bedroom. Some more moaning and the very clear sound of skin in skin contact for my attention. I guess Brian forgot that I was staying in the guest room and had company. I could hear another voice as well, but couldn't hear what was said followed by another series of moans. Damn! I was getting slightly aroused from hearing this. I quietly opened the door to my room and started. Can I come with you?”“Yes,” she grinned, “that would be nice… as long as you don’t mind me being naked.”“Even better.”We walked outside, her arm linked with mine.“What did Jason tell you about himself? More to the point, about us?”“Oh, he told me how he started this business about ten years ago and that you’re both very rich.”We stopped next to a notice which read, ”Clothing optional beyond this point.”Precious wasn’t at all shy about stripping and, mentally shrugging, I followed her lead. I.