”“That sounds like fun! How about the last day of February? That’s a Sunday, so it should work.”“Check with Kathy and let’s make it happen...” I said.When we went inside, we kicked off our shoes as I’d adopted the Swedish custom of no shoes in the house, hung up our coats and grabbed mugs of hot chocolate. Bethany immediately went to Gene and sat on his lap and kissed him. She whispered a few words in his ear, and he nodded and smiled. I sat next to Stephie, who scooted as close as possible to me. I am lying on the floor and they are both standing over me, my Mistress still in her business suit and John with his now semi hard cock out, staring at me like I am a piece of meat. “Relax.” My Mistress could see my fear but her voice was soothing and I trusted her not to let anything bad happen to me. “Now you are going to please your Mistress, but you won’t be the only one.” With that she slipped out of her suit easier and faster than I could have pulled my pants off. With that I saw my. God, he was so sweet. Many a time I have personally claimed that I can’t get enough of him. I miss him…I need his touch again…no, wait, I’m at him…right? Bah, what am I going to do? Just as I ponder a moment, the sound of honking horns from cars behind me remind me that the red light has since turned green and I need to proceed. I drive on, but only for a little while longer before I realize that I need to go back. Go back to him again. I shortly arrive in front of the house. I get out of the. I’d noticed that her clothing choice of dress had become more and more provocative as each week passed. Garter belts and stockings are the norm with my wife, but she has begun to wear them beneath very tight leather mini skirts and one week she went out wearing a brand new pair of thigh length boots which I have not seen since. She mentioned some of the bars and disco bars she and her friends frequented on their girls nights out, telling me how they are full of confident men who think it is.