“No! I swear! Ever since this morning when I tried to wake you up, you didn’t really come to but I got you to open your eyes once and mumble somet...ing about coffee and breakfast. Suddenly I felt the need to cook you a big breakfast.”Frank’s brain was starting to accept some of this now.“Renee, do you remember last night? What time did we get in?”“I don’t know. I barley remember arriving, I only remember you woke me up and everything was already set up, you showed me to bed, took my shoes off. Green and red lights lit up on the amp. I inserted the CD I had chosen, and cued up track number one. Love Is A Stranger, by The Eurythmics . It’s all Annie Lennox at her sexy best. “Please, take a seat, Layla,” I smiled and motioned to the subwoofer. “Kinky,” Layla smiled and gracefully walked to the subwoofer and sat down. “Do you know what you are sitting on, Layla?” I grinned and pointed the remote to the CD player. She shrugged her shoulders and replied, “Looks like a table of sorts.” . The sexual attraction was immediately there again, and on our first night out we ended in bed again. The sex was good as ever but something changed. She was insatiable and wouldn’t stop until early in the morning. During our first relationship we always had to stop after her first orgasm. Next to that she had improved her blow job skills and now accepted my cum on her face and in her mouth, and she wanted to be fucked with my cum on her face. I was in heaven.Let me describe her a little bit.. She had confessed her inability to refrain from teasing other men, and her intense desire to seduce other women. The main concession was the decision to open our marriage. She allowed me to date other women. I allowed her to explore her polyamorous nature with other men and women. As she jumped at the chance to fulfill bisexual desires repressed for years, I tried to find the balance between intimacy and eroticism. We started with The Ethical Slut as our guidebook, embraced the epithet, and.