Daniel was only too happy with that, he wanted time to himself to focus on his poker. But he also knew it would be more difficult to rationalise the n...ght before if Grace travelled with him to watch the poker tournament. Throwing on a thin, dark jacket over his red checked shirt, he explained that he would return to the hotel if, as expected, he was an early casualty. In response to Grace’s raised eyebrow, he simply shrugged and said, ‘Its Omaha,’ as if that made the same sense to her as it. This made me ponder what percentage of men actually had these feelings and if peer pressure allowed them to open up about them, would it be as taboo? It is also strange that in this case the traditional double standard goes against men (as it is no big deal for two women to lez out... and it seemed actually to be encouraged by much of society...).And although most guys focused on sucking cock, a few wanted to be pegged (a term I had never heard of until then... which in case you don't know is. Like dogs. Through the great room and into the master wing, the trip brought back memories to John of a life long past. Wine by candlelight. Hanging canvases over the mantle. Extravagantly prepared breakfasts hurriedly consumed en route to early morning surgery. Ancient history. That life was over. He was wheeled into the spacious bedroom suite. From this point onward, all that mattered lay right in front of him: his tall, beautiful wife who stood with hands clasped in front of her, and an. She looked skeptical, saying it’s early. But I reminded her that we are already committing one sin, so what’s another one. I got up, grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen, opened it, poured two glasses (of Riesling) and handed Beth a glass. She took a sip. I gulped mine down. As the show proceeded, I asked what she thought. Beth said I did a really good job. She was able to appreciate her own beauty. I told her it takes a good body to make a good nude. I was fully hard now and, as I moved.