After Stacy left, Mae and I had a good conversation about how we would do such a thing only sparingly in the future but both discussed how much we had...enjoyed ourselves. My wife admitted that she was able to satisfy her lingering bisexual desires and that although she had a lot of fun, she's perfectly happy with the sex that we have. She did however mention that we should invite Stacy to play again in the future as long as things remain good between all three of us and her husband didn't find. I lean close and ever so lightly brush my lips along yours, enjoying the flavor of your gloss and the scent of your hair. I let you go as a small shudder runs through you and you begin to lean into me. Taking your hand in mine, I draw you further into the room, letting your jacket fall to the floor at the door. I lead you to the side of the bed and draw you down to sit next to me, our knees lightly rubbing we are so close. You start to speak but I rest a finger tip against your lips, silencing. The girls were just towelling off, giggling conspiratorially like teenagers. They took their drinks and went to snuggle into our king sized bed, as I showered. When I entered the bedroom the TV was on and both girls were sound asleep. I switched on the 24 hour porn station for inspiration, but given the events of the day and quality of the script I was asleep before the first scene heated up. I woke up about 5 am as the sun was just rising and painting the walls of our room in a soft orange. "That's the middle of Houston," I said. "We're in the middle of eight million people." I am glad I did not come here by myself."I mulled that thought. I don't know how I would have done it myself, not at fourteen. "I'm glad you didn't try." I was going to try. Everybody said 'Go to Houston'. I was going." She gazed out the window. "Now I am NOT. Since I have now seen Houston, I am glad." Not my favorite place," I said. "I go there when I need to go there, no more than that." The orphanage was.