"First we need to take this off... and the rest.'' The smile was back, Grace was enjoying this a little too much.I stood up and shrugged off my shirt....I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and pushed it down my thighs to the floor and tried to step out of it but stumbled a little, Grace steadied me. I was still a little dizzy with nerves and adrenaline. It didn't really feel like this was actually happening.Now I was stood there in just my underwear, a black matching pair of lace panties and a thin. My wife was traditional and I knew she would never understand. When I was alone I often found myself searching craigslist for couples seeking men for bisexual adventures but I never replied. When I came across my masters ad I was inexplicably drawn to it. It made no pretense to bisex but it had a picture of his naked body and the words "Cum serve me and be my slut." I replied immediately with a picture and a short letter telling him that I was bicurious, submissive and I wanted to be his slut.. The only thing I liked about that area was I could ride a bus to Washington, DC on the weekends I had off. There's over 1,000 museums there and the Smithsonian Institute would change their main displays monthly. I also got to attend a bluegrass (kind of a hippie) festival and saw John Prine under a small tent just picking and singing! I wondered if he had ever seen the ugly sights I saw when flying over the open pit coal mining areas with all of the songs he had written and recorded about coal. So they started experimenting... Their polygamous union finally settled into a traditional Hopewell pattern for a three wife marriage, the first wife (Kara) having sleep rights on Spirit day and Study day of the six day week, Va'an taking Sow day and Play day, and Anuhea taking Reap day and Rest day. Occasionally they would take three-day periods of common cuddling, which would often drift into a sexual foursome and give the women time to explore their bi-sexual natures. But mostly they.