It was very cute. And when I looked down, my hand was shaking so hard I could hardly hold the mouse.Why did he always have this effect on me? I immedi...tely put up an away message, and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, all that stuff people usually do in the morning. I changed, and went downstairs. I sat on the two little steps leading up to my front door. I had a house very similar to the one in Jumangi. It was really cool, and very modern. The best house possible. I. I’ve had several affairs with some of my girlfriends, who are just as curious as me to explore their inner lesbian desires. DJ has been very supportive of my new sexual urges, and why wouldn’t he be? Isn’t it every man’s secret fantasy to make love to two women at the same time? The open marriage works both ways. He’s also free to fool around on the side as well. As much as I love my newfound freedom, I can’t help but be a little jealous. DJ didn’t hide the fact that he’s fucked my best friend. I do love surprises. “What is it?” “I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise” she coyly replied, “but I think you’re going to like it. Can you come for dinner tomorrow night? You’re not working, I already know that.” “I was hoping one of you was going to invite me for a fuck,” I smiled. “Both is even better.” “Damn,” she said, “you guessed the surprise”. She pretended to grump, but the lusty smile beat the sulky lip. Holy shit! One of my greatest fantasies was going to be realised. I couldn’t. There were urns of fragrant flowers in every room – roses, gardenias, violets, jasmine and frangipani. I’d hired a Hopi jeweler to make her a golden necklace. It had a teardrop shaped sapphire in the center of the gold pendant sparkling with rubies. I had already cooked a meal: grilled tuna, grilled vegetables, roasted potatoes, freshly baked sourdough bread, and ginger ice cream. She’d ruled out chocolate completely. “If I eat it,” she’d said, “I become a chocolate slave. You can have me with.