"You too," I replied in the same tone. "Things weren't so great the last time we saw each other." Things were pretty good the last time," he corrected... "They just weren't so great right before that."I blushed and nodded as I thought of how I'd embraced him from behind and kissed the back of his neck just before he drove home from Berkeley. But Ben winced at the memory of what came before. He'd been going through hell, and I hadn't made it any easier on him by cutting myself off from him. I'd. My body is still glowing, still feeling the residual after effects of many orgasms and yes, I feel the pressure of the butt plug deep in my ass, already starting to give me my next sexual thrills of the day. It is in this warm sensual luxury I open my eyes and see Alison, the giver of all my sexual highs last night. I inwardly smile seeing her body move without embarrassment and with confidence, the same way she treated me last night. If I was naughty, she smacked me. If I was quiet, she would. He told me he would handle everything and was looking forward to the trip.Richard picked me up on Friday afternoon and we made the two-hour drive to the lake cabin. We did not talk much during the drive, but it was obvious we could not wait to get to our destination. We unloaded Richard’s truck and settled in the cabin.We sat on the sofa, and Richard said, “Buddy, I could not wait to get here.”“Me too,” I responded.Richard got up from the sofa and said, “I’ll be right back.” He returned with a. Several days later he showed up at our house with a package. “I bought you something to wear for the party,” he said with a mischievous grin on his face. My wife opened it to discover a nearly transparent shift that would only come down to the top of her thighs. She blushed. “You don’t want me to wear this in front of all those men, do you?” she stammered. “Yes, and I am sure they do too. Put it on. Let’s see how it fits.” My wife went into our bedroom. When she came out her.