That man had no interest in women at all; he would never accept to fuck my sexy wife…Ana soon insisted again, by asking me to go with her to a gay b...r. We could find there a bisexual man to fuck her; as she wanted…She picked him out barely ten minutes after we got inside the place. He was a handsome guy, in his late thirties, great body in shape.My wife brought him to our table; he introduced himself as Paul and we had a little chat as we shared some drinks. My sensual wife suddenly woke up. Damn, still raining, and today had to be the day she forgot her umbrella! Sliding her arms into her coat, she shuffled it onto her shoulders and hurried towards the lift. Nervously she pressed the button. As she stood in the lift, it suddenly occurred to her that she was worried she would fail. Why was it that when Josh gave an order, everyone just obeyed without question? How was it that his influence was so powerful? What was it about him that made her want to do as he asked? It made her. Maybe love was too big of a word, she’d only just met him today. Although she felt like she’d know him for years. She was a big fan of his work, she traveled from gallery to gallery to visit all his expositions and she devoured his interviews. He was a star, he was an artist, she admired him and looked up to him for a long as she could remember. Now he was unfathomably close, his arms around her chest, his body supporting hers, he guided her towards the bed. Tender he dropped her body on the. My arm was extended straight out from my shoulder and Teresa walked under it without ducking or stooping, she was that small.Inside, I offered her something to drink and she accepted bottled water from the fridge."You dance very well." I said as I handed her the bottle and a glass.She shrugged and said, "Not that first Tahitian dance! If I hadn't caught your eye, I probably would have run away in tears!" I'm afraid I didn't catch much of that dance," I replied, smiling from one corner of my.