We are all so different in body and mind, I mused. Yet, tobe female means something so very specific biologically. It made me think of men, of their...place biologically. The way they arewith all their differences, and their similarities.. . . . .Lonely hours and chains of thought led me a few nights later to raise thesubject of sex toys. That set off a very spirited discussion to say theleast. I had been very straightforward. I admitted I'd never had one,and that I wanted to try it. There. I arrive at her place, where She Greets me wearing nothing but a Towel and a Smile. Her HUGE Tits Barely concealed, I caught a Glimpse of her Huge Chocolate Nipples. I divert my eyes to show a little restraint. Then she leads my toward the Couch and offers me a drink. After a few minutes of Chit Chatting, I Notice her towel was no longer hiding her Big, Luscious Breasts. Though her hands slightly covered them. Suddenly, I hear a sound. Coming from the Bedroom. She quickly mentions she's not. “Btw Kelly. Your panties are so cute.” “OH! I didn’t realize. I am so embarrassed.”“Why? I think they are hot.” I put a hand on her bare thigh.“You think I am hot???”“Oh yes. You are very sexy.”“Wow. No one ever says that.”“They are wrong.” My hand had slid so far up her thigh the back of it brushed her panties. She jumped a little. She gulped down more drink.“Kelly? Will you come with me to my apartment?” Her eyes widened. The kids knew better than to go downstairs to my private apartment. It. As a sign on her new found kinkiness she hired a hooker for me on my birthday. What was surprising was not that she let me fuck her all night on our own bed but the show she put on for me before i was allowed to use and abuse the hooker. As a so-called warm up my prudish, straight-laced wife had her first lesbian encounter with a hooker while i watched and taped. I came many times watching the hooker pleasure my wife with her tongue, fingers, dildo and cucumbers. Ever since that day i have been.