“On Monday?” Was what I dumbly said.“Can’t a slut be horny on Monday, or is it only weekends a slut can act and be a whore for her hubby?” s...e giggled as she shook her shoulder, which made her tits shake lewdly.“Great, then. Let’s go to dinner and someplace we can find you some strange cocks to play with,” I place my hand in the center of her back, then let it slide down and inside her deep blue dress towards her ass.“Very, hot, my horny slut, no panties either,” I had discovered her bare. Not from personal memories of course but I have heard a few things since then.For instance, once, on November second 1948, they held an election and the Chicago Tribune's banner headline the next day proclaimed DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN. What the tribune's reporters failed to make note of was my arrival around eleven PM that fateful November second evening, after what my mother swore to her dying day was eleven months of pregnancy. I came out in a rush and so did several vote counts in southern. In a few minutes she'd called work and let her supervisor know she was feeling ill and wouldn't be in today and then got in the car, cranked it up, and headed out towards her destination - Samantha's house.Dr. Hawthorne sat as his desk and looked at the phone he'd just hung up. Across his desk sat James, nodding his approval."Do you think this'll work?" James asked."I don't see why it wouldn't. They've known each other for quite a long time now and it's not unusual for them to visit each other. I brazenly quiz them on this. Yes, they love a threesome, altogether, not a stitch of clothing on, romping freely on the bed, happy to take turns ploughing the same furrow, unperturbed by whatever juices may flow. I tell them it's a lot of fun being with two guys at once who are not afraid of each other's erections. I hear ya, says one. Amen to that, says the other. I stand up. Time to go, boys. Pleasure meeting you. Hubby will be back from his dreary sport shortly. Gotta run."See you again?".