He wanted to put his cock into my arse and fuck me like I was a girl.After about an hour of chat and sucking of my nipples, squeezing of my balls and ...ock and a bit of finger rimming and minor insertion he got me to stand up in front of the sofa.I then had to spread my legs, bend over and almost put my face into the sofa, in fact I think I did. I knew what he wanted to do but I was very very doubtful.He massaged me all over and around my arse whilst I was bent over and he wanked himself into a. At least I think so. So now what? I hear her padding about the room, her bare feet on the carpet, lighting a few more candles and moving things around that I can't identify, humming softly to herself; so I try to relax and wait here in the dark for what comes next, imagining her in her sexy lingerie... and find myself quite turned on.Suddenly, I feel her presence next to me, her warm breath on my ear as she whispers, "Are you ready?" I think so..." I reply, and as I hear her throaty, sexy laugh. " Know what? I've been jerked around so often I get dizzy just by thinking about it. Now I'm immortal, and suddenly I have to fight off the hordes of hell. I keep surprising myself all the time! The only reason I'm doing this is that I'm stuck with it." In a very real way, you are stuck with it Bobby. Because it seems you are the gateway," she said, her see-through eyes level with mine. She kept confusing me."I don't understand. You mean, in an abstract kind of way? Like, I'm the guy behind. " It was Shawna, my best friend and sometime lover. I tried to give her my best glare, as I unbuttoned the next to last button on my blouse, but I had to smile at her as she giggled like a kid in a candy store. I had forgotten all about that silly promise when my husband had suggested we go dancing with Shawna and her husband Walt, but now it was apparent that they were all in on it from the beginning. Walt has wanted to fuck me ever since we have known them but I would never let him because.