He was quite handsome in proper lighting, tussled sandy hair, broad shoulders, bleeding chest...Bleeding chest! Just along his collar bone, he had a...slight cut that had just started to seep toward his tight shirt. "Oh Steve, you're bleeding" she let out. It wasn't serious, and he knew he would heal faster than the average man, but he didn't put up too much of a struggle as she ushered him to the bedroom. Grabbing some peroxide and some band aids, Sarrah insisted he take his shirt off. “Gotta tan my boobs!” remarked Florence, rubbing them in her hands, in a seductive, but jokey way.For minutes, Ellie just gazed across the garden, observing and admiring Florence’s exceptional beauty, not only in her bare breasts but also in her overall persona, that Ellie consistently envied. Both girls were straight, Florence had a boyfriend, Luke, but Ellie was notoriously sexually confused, as all of her friends knew. She knew that she liked guys, but often found herself admiring her. I rented out one of the local clubs downtown. It happens to be a swingers club and is by invitation per party. I had 75% of the invites sent to men. I decided not to tell her where we are going, but once we get there if she tries to leave, I will not stop her. I told her Saturday I was taking her someplace she would love. This excited her. She has been nervously waiting to see if I was going to leave her after catching her in bed with my friend and so this helps to ease her mind. Saturday. Vicky watched as both ladies turned towards her fully naked. “Hands on your heads, please,” she ordered. Vicky’s breathing deepened as she looked at the two ladies, both naked, both with their hands on their heads and with their full breasts and their pussies on show. Vicky was wide-eyed at Emilie’s whom, she saw, had a Brazilian cut. How sexy was that, she told herself? She had never thought the woman she stayed with so often would have one of them. What else was there about her she didn’t.