The three naked women were facing away from the men, their hands waving around as they described their dream pool.“We should take a picture of them ...nd use it as part of our advertising. I can’t imagine a man seeing the pic and not wanting to be here in the hope of having sex with one or all of them,” Ed told his friends.“Men?” David laughed. “You’d have just as many women wanting a piece of them. We have a powerful lesbian community alive today. I would even suggest regular all-female weekend. There was still some aspects that I wanted to know more about, whether to torture myself or just understand my wife's sexuality I don't know. We agreed last night to sit down and devote the evening to discussing how we deal with what happened. I poured us both large glasses of wine as I wanted her (and I suppose myself) to talk freely and openly and I thought alcohol might facilitate this. "Sarah I want you to know that whatever we do about this I love you very much and I'm not angry, but I. I remember,” I said. She was lost in a daydream about getting some dick, and I had no idea where this was coming from. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you, Nona, you know that. And we’re together now. But don’t you sometimes miss what that’s like? It’s not like either one of us is really lesbian.” The truth was, I didn’t really miss it that much, and she was right about us both being bisexual, I was occasionally attracted to men. The difference was, I never really contemplated acting on it. I. With one hand holding and pressing down the base of his shaft and balls, the other intensely pumped his glistening and incredibly turgid cock; he was hardly breathing, his whole body was tense. The sight of me, naked in bed with his young nephew, caressing him, kissing him and licking him, was a sensation that Mark had not expected. In fact, nothing that was happening that night was expected or normal for all of us, which was what made it so intoxicating, taboo and extremely over the top.