On the drive over, Oscar tried to guess how old she was — maybe around 30? She hadn’t mentioned a significant other, which worried him a bit.She l...ughed to herself, “Nope. That’s the not so fun side of being a therapist — when you fight with your husband, he always thinks you’re practicing on him.” She turned to Oscar, “I’m no miracle worker, I never would’ve been able to fix that mess.”He laughed — she seemed to have a similar sense of humor to his. “How long were you married, if you don’t. "Good, because I think I might get to like this lesbian thing." She laughed. "Let's go get a shower - we stink of sex!"I climbed into the shower with her and let the hot steam envelope me. I loved nothing more than a hot shower - it always helped me clear my mind and focus my thoughts.I watched my wife lather up her body and rinse off the suds. I could feel the stirring of my manhood watching her and I felt relieved that I wasn't gay. I was still confused, though. I like women and I had enjoyed. "I'll pass for now," Jane said as she dipped another pickle into her yogurt, "right now I'm too hungry to think about fucking even if I know how much I'll love it once we get started." Ok," Ben said as he stripped out of his own clothes and tossed them into the corner, "as long as we can fuck later I don't care - just as long as I have someone to fuck." And you do you dufiss," Gwen said as she dropped to the mattress and rolled over on her back. "Give me a hand with my panties Ben, I'm having. Noon and I put the laundry in the washer, dirty dishes in the dish washer, make a grocery list and head out for lunch and shopping chores. I have a short list from Linda to buy anyway.Typical boring day in suburbia, still there is you to look forward to. You should be home by 8pm, naked by 8:05 and in the sauna bath with my dick in your mouth by 8:10. Then there is bed and filling you with me again and again. The only variable is when do you give yourself to me anally. That is the only.