“Collar too?” “Umm… yes.” I said, blushing, staring down at my toes, noticing that my feet were rocking back and forth a bit, one of my ma...y nervous habits. Kay says that I am constantly in motion, even when I am still, which isn’t far from the truth. “I’m home for the day, Ms. Sunshine. Keep me company until Mike gets home. I’ll pour you a saucer of milk, if you’d like.” She was teasing. Of course she was teasing. She had to be teasing. I wasn’t sure. All I knew for sure was I was. The second husband also caused her to squirm and squeal in pleasure and the visitor was enlarged and ready by the time he finished.“May I taste you as well?” he asked. She nodded and he did an excellent job as he had done the night before. This time he too brought her to her peak before noisily spurting his own sperm again.Her husbands had to admit that it was quite stimulating and suggested that they have guests for special days. She was very pleased to hear that and would limit it to keep it. She glowed at the suggestion and gave me a tit-full hug. What was left of my conscience whispered, “Down, boy!” but I could smell her pussy.Wendell was pleased to talk about his current project so after dinner we cleared off the table and he began to explain. “I have had many sexual experiences in my life but finally realized a couple of years ago that, while they were physically pleasurable they were usually ‘done and gone’, kind of like a meal at a fast-food restaurant. A very basic need was. I still like my privacy. But I also have a published cookbook under my own name and so far, it is doing fairly well.’ ‘Give me the name of one of your erotic stories, I’d like to read it.’ She grinned, ‘So you are a dirty old man after all.’ ‘Only if you admit that you are a dirty old woman too.’ ‘Let me get your e-mail and I’ll send you one of the ones that I am just about to release. No one has read it yet.’ ‘Doesn’t your husband read them?’ ‘No, he doesn’t know that I write things like this..