I knelt beside the tub and she took the glass from me. I picked up the cloth and soap and began to wash her back. She sighed and sipped the icy drink....We talked about her day and I toyed with her body as I washed. I slipped the soapy cloth down under the water to her crotch. The texture of the terrycloth was a mild stimulation for her tender flesh. We kissed. I loosed the cloth and used my hand to stroke and pinch gently at her folds. Just that morning on the couch I had used the same hand to. At her knock, I opened the door to see her standing there with fire in her eyes. I closed and locked the door and we ran to the bedroom, eager and giddy as teenagers.We stripped in a frenzy, kissing and touching each other in wild abandon. Once undressed, we hit the bed and she scrambled over my body, straddling my head. I licked her clit, fingered her pussy and ass while she sucked my cock. Once she shuddered a few times, dripping juices all over my face, she climbed off and lay back on the. We both said we were good and he was gone. Just then it dawned on me that I'd never been this alone with any girl, let alone Rachel, a 20 year old knock out. She asked, "are you good, do you wanna get out and stand up for a sec?" "Na, I'm good", I replied, trying to sound real casual. I'd stopped the grinding motion as we pulled into the parking lot when I was pulled out of my lustful daze."Oh, I'm sure you're good", was all she said. But what did she mean, I wondered. Was she saying it. Ihave no choice. Let me start my story on the fateful day when thosegreat changes were set into motion.There I was, Benny Skyler, with more money than I would ever need andplenty of time to indulge my every whim. I had an impressive home,several expensive cars, and a stunning wife. I also had some unusualinterests, one of which was a fascination with kinky sex. I wasespecially drawn to seeing lesbians in action. One of the reasons Imarried my wife, Twyla, was that although she was.