Midway through our I meal I tell I need to admit something. I tell I have never nor will I ever cheat on her but that I am bi sexual and want to sleep...with other people but with her. She is at first confused and flabbergasted. After a few moments of awkward silence she says she understands, and ask what we should do. Overwhelmed with emotion, I tell I tell her not sure. She then suggest maybe we go to our local Gay Bar, and "scout" some potential. Not being a fan of the Gay Bar "scene" I. Louise sensed hisdissatisfaction with the trashy magazines and moved to the few glossy andmore expensive ones. There were only two or three and those neverdelivered what was implied on the cover blurbs. "I know a few places wherewe can get just what you need but it's getting kind of late. Anothertime." He nodded in response to Louise's suggestion while wondering whatshe had in mind.Louise took a copy of "Young Miss" from the rack; then copies of "All-American Co-Ed" and one or two other. The best part was I had already been on the kinky dark path of leather. By this stage, I was 24 & I'd worn high heeled thigh boots & elbow length leather gloves at the same time to masturbate in front of a mirror watching as I shook with incredible ease. Here I was letting go of the frustration I had from wearing the same clothes every day. In the privacy of my own home, I could just let go. Some people found love with alcohol or d**gs. Mine was in full on leather fetish decadence.By this. Her body complained with every movement she made. While she still wondered if she'd had sex with as many guys as Carl had suggested, her body seemed to be in agreement that she'd certainly had hordes of sex yesterday. That was the price the Queen had to pay to reign supreme as the world's most active (a.k.a. biggest) slut in the world, or so she believed she was.Laying out on one of the patio lounge chairs, Olivia soaked up the sun's rays, just relaxing the day away. It was all she could expect.