“Okay” I said. Then it occurred to me that I should just start right now, so I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you in a ...ew hours” I said. With that Steve left.Just be myself, I thought. That was going to be trickier than it sounded. I love having sex with men, but I’m not gay. I didn’t even class myself as bi. How was I going to make sure that this went well. I figured I had two choices. I could either pretend that he was a woman, or I could imagine how I would want to be. I don’t know what got over me, but I proceeded to set my wine glass down, opening my legs wider for her. Amy took her free hand and put it to my face. She looked into my eyes and kissed me. I went into it without thinking twice. I kissed her back. Our tongues were intertwining. Her hand that was on my thigh and near my pussy was now squeezing my thigh and gently flicking my pussy over my bright pink thong. I shuddered at the feeling. Amy stopped, looked me in the eyes and said, “I’ve never done. I dined in the hotel restaurant and that night I called wifey. Sunday morning was much the same but I did manage to get a walk in and stretch my legs for a couple of hours. Classes started Monday and a shuttle bus took us to the training center. We arrived at the center by 8 am. It was a typical day that consisted of classes, mid morning break, more classes, lunch about noon, some hands on so no one could fall asleep after lunch. A mid afternoon break, some more hands on and a shuttle bus back. " Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir, okay," Jim replied.When Jim got home that evening and told his wife Diana that his boss would be coming to their house, she was less than enthusiastic. "It’s not the fact of entertaining your boss, and having him for dinner," she said, "although that will be a hassle. It’s the fact that he is a lecher." A lecher?" Jim asked. "Well, I don’t know about that. All I do know is that he’s considering me for a vice-presidency, quite a promotion in both.