She also suggested I should try to have sex with a guy, so I can be sure that I like it or not and offered to arrange it. She made some calls and than...told me I have two hours to get ready but didn't offer many details. Everything was happening so fast...this morning I was a straight married guy with a normal life and now I have two hours before I will have sex with a man...Again, my wife offered to help and she explained how to cleanup my ass and how to relax. She told me that she called two. She sat in a black leather executive chair in front of a computer and spun it round to face me, unselfconsciously affording me a glimpse of her shaven, petal-like pussy lips.Seeing my reaction she crossed her legs and pulled at the ‘hem’ of her gown.“Are you settling in?” I asked.“Pretty much.”She nodded her head and then got up and disappeared into the kitchen.“How do you take it?” She called from there.“What?”“Your coffee.” She replied appearing in the doorway. She had a grin on her face to. I was no longer hanging semi-upside down in my harness. I was lying on the floor, harness still encasing me. My arms were still attached to the rod slid through the ring at my waist and the spreader bar was still at my ankles. I was no longer in midair and my body cavities were shamefully empty. I had been taken down and placed on the floor.Another was now hanging in the air.Of course it was Betsy. Betsy who had fist fucked both my pussy and ass just a short while ago.Even having fainted by her. We both recovered in our own way, especially with my wilting cock reminding us that the fun was over. Melissa was draped over me, her breasts leaning into my face. Her elbows perched on the back of the seat while she panted above me. My head was turned to one side in order to gulp in deep lungful’s of air while my arm clung tightly around her slim waist; desperately wishing that my cock would not slip out of her dripping wet pussy.Melissa eventually pushed herself upwards and leaned back onto.