I tried to put my arms around her but she wasn’t having it. I tried to kiss her but she wasn’t having it. All that I could do was talk to her. At ...east she was listening to me. I then said I am sorry baby. I then said what can I do to make this right. She said “nothing. I just need you to make love to me and stop the just fucking me routine. I need both. And it seems that you are just fucking me”. I said look I would still love you even if we did not have sex. Indira said stop lying I know you. Then she looked away.“It looks lonely, don’t you think?” I asked.“What do you mean?”“Her breast – I think it’s missing its friend.” I stood up, suddenly quite turned-on by the idea of exposing my wife’s breasts. Don’t ask me why – perhaps it was the place, the moment, the day’s sun and alcohol. The fact that Cee, another woman, an older step-sister, was there fueled my actions.“What are you doing?” Cee asked, managing to sit upright on her chair without sloshing her glass of wine. She uncrossed. They kissed again. Only this time, they kissed with a passion neither had known before. Both knew their relationship was rapidly changing. No longer would they be just friends and study partners. They were becoming much more. As they broke their kiss, Bill hugged her and softly said, ‘I’ve been wanting to do that for years, but you always seemed to have a boyfriend.’ ‘Oh, I wish you had asked me out, I’ve had a crush on you since we were in the 9th grade. I was so jealous of the girls you. The kind that would turn into a virtual stalker. But Erica brought that out in me. Turns out she brought a lot more out in me that I ever imagined. Allow me to explain. Erica started working for me about a year ago and from day one, I found myself fantasizing about her. I had never really had bi-sexual tendencies before, but there was something about her that filled my dreams. She was perfect, the kind of perfect that can't be properly described with words. She stood about 5'10", but that was.