He became bored when the guy wasn't bi or they mainly just focused more on me. So after a while I started inviting this one guy, Dale, to our house fo... some one on one time in my bedroom. These fuck dates would last for a couple of hours and hubby was always at home. One weekend hubby had to travel so I asked if I could have Dale over for a quick "date". Hubby said no, he didn't think it was a good idea. I told him it was a great idea and I would let him know how it went. He was not happy but. She messaged it is the end and stopped talking for a long time.I too didn’t disturb her, after a couple of months, she buzzed me again, we slowly started chatting and started moving closer. I identified a conference room in the building which is isolated, and I used to pick her and go there whenever I find a gap, as securities will be around, all I used to do is kissing lips, neck, and few tight hugs.This went on for a while. I didn’t go at her boobs that time. I kept on pestering her for a. "You are alone in bed and as the door opens you see me standing there inthe dim light" she would say. "I am all dressed up ready for you wearingsmooth silky stockings running up my long legs." As she said these wordsshe ran her hand up my leg describing the way they feel. "They stop justbelow my skirt level with a wavy lacy top." And she would draw the lacytop on my legs showing me where they would be on her. "I have on a brightred satin corset clinging to my body and shaping me into an hour. Remember, this is for Daddy. So to make the shock that much more fun, his old and dear friend here is gonna do you both.” I looked at him, and he was looking right at me. I can’t say I hadn’t fantasized about tapping one or both of these girls, especially after seeing them in swimsuits, but I just couldn’t picture myself fulfilling the role he had in mind.“I can’t do that,” I stammered. “It isn’t about Randy. It’s for the girls.” “Well,” he replied, “This is gonna go one of two ways.” He let go.