I sat looking at the frozen image, myself, mouth open, eyes closed, the rubber cock buried in me all the way to those funny fake balls, and wondered i... I wasn't a little bit nutty. I really needed a man in my life. In my bed. Or a gal with a strap on. Mmmm. I guess that was when I realized--had to admit, actually, like an addict confessing in a support group--that I am addicted to this lonely lovely ritual: fucking myself with rubber toys until the intense waves of sexual pleasure carry me. He was bent over in front of her, submissive, his perfect ass displayed for her viewing pleasure, pink smooth and begging to be licked. She couldn't resist, panting slightly she bent, gently running the tip of her tongue up the slight ridge in the center of his perineum, he moaned and arched his back, rocking back slightly, eager for her tongue to find its goal, to tease it open and relaxed. She slowed, smiling at her power over him, her tongue lazily traveled the path upwards, slowly, her. Then she stopped, got serious, and looked at Mike. She took his hand, and held it between her hers.“It was before we met,” she said bluntly.All three of us were silent. Sue and I waited for Mike to react. He was staring at Marybeth. Slowly he started to … grin. “You’re kidding.”“I am not kidding. I have had a threesome.”“Was it two guys or two girls?” Sue blurted.“Actually,” she sat back, her hand playing through her hair, “both. I’ve actually done it three times, but only two really count; the. You're number six and out of comparison the best ever. Did you think I was easy because it's all gone so fast? I am very picky."I grinned at her. "Now I'm feeling even more fortunate," I said. "Love, I'm pretty picky too, but you're a prize beyond belief." Just a prize?" I think you know better," I replied tenderly. She was still on my lap, and I gave back the same kind of kiss she'd given me."Mmm," she hummed when we broke. "Oh, for another free day. Well, never mind, let me up. Cammie's got.