”I asked, “What do you do that keeps you running?”Amy said, “Aside from double shifts, I go out a lot.” She giggled, “I told you I have 3 ...oyfriends. They feed me so I don’t starve, and we go dancing a lot, second best exercise in the world.” She giggled again. “I also represent a pharmaceutical company and work the parties, doctors you know. I mix business with pleasure.” Again she giggled.I said, “Wow that sounds like you have your hands full, but don’t your ‘boyfriends’ get jealous of each. "I want you to quit fucking him. Do you understand me? No pussy, no blow jobs. No fingering his asshole. Tell him you have the flu or something. Call me in the afternoons, so that I know that you are doing as you are told. OK?"OK.And so life went on as normal, more or less, except that Melanie now made a daily phone call to John. John would ask her if she had done as she was told, and she would reply that she had.One day, though, John asked her how she was doing. If she needed to cum.And she. All that was left was for me to paint her lips and the tip of her nose black, which I then did, connecting her new doggy nose to her lips with a small stripe down the middle. Forty minutes into my project she was off to a great start.Next came the fangs. I had purchased them last Halloween, but never used them. They were the professional type, which usually adhere to one’s real teeth with denture glue. As I mixed the epoxy glue I was going to use, I idly wondered how we’d ever get these off of. We’re so into each other and secure with ourselves that we want to share our sex life, explore it and enhance it. We’re always completely faithful to each other when we’re not swinging together, but when we do start to swing I get off on watching other guys adore her and the same for her watching me.We’ve tried loads of different things now. At first we invited a girl she met for a threesome; it was really fun, but I found it a bit hard to divide my attention equally. I wanted to let Tara know.