The first time I met my first husband was the afternoon I won him in a strip poker game. Gary and Laurie played in that game, as did Stan, the man to ...hom I'm married now.Stan and I have been best friends since preschool. He was the guy who was always there for me when I needed him. He helped me by being my friend, when my mother, sister and both brothers were killed, when I was eight. He was an usher at my first wedding. After my first marriage failed, he was there to pull me out of more. His cold lubricated fingers pressed against me, sliding around my anus, the tip of one finger just pressing into me.“Open up for me pet. Loosen that tight little asshole for daddy.” His finger slid in further as I concentrated on relaxing. “Hand me that plug.” I passed it to him, and he pinched my ass cheek before he took it off me, reminding me to stay relaxed. “Hmm, better test how tight your little asshole is before we start training it. For science, you understand.”“I thought we. "What'd I say about your influence? Not one of your sisters has a single problem with your many relationships, and so far neither of your two dates has any qualms either." He grinned at me as he retreated behind his bedroom door; seemingly smart enough to avoid the entourage encamped in my bedroom.After I finished draining the tank, I reluctantly returned to my room where several women were picking through my clothes. Others were going through my ties and another was polishing my shoes.. I needed feel what it was like to be with another man for my research. I was excited but apprehensive. I'd made up my mind that Paul would be the one to provide me with what I needed for that research. Jim would be gone at least three or four days and that would give me enough time to regain my composure and be able look him in the eyes. I had no idea how I might react seeing Jim the first time after having sex with someone else, so figured this would be a good time to do the research.Paul.