She’s such a dweeb.”“Wow!” I started laughing.“What’s so funny? I thought you wanted to talk to me to rescue me from the clutches of that ...wful director!”“Have you been in his clutches?” I was a little concerned.“No,” she sighed. “He’s really nice. And he’s patiently trying to coach me through this stuff. I just feel so out of my depth. How was your summer?”“Wretched,” I grinned. “I played Petruchio for a director whose ideas for the character are polar opposite of mine and then, while I was. We had kept our sex lives interesting by reading erotica and sometimes acting out the stories, and then raised the bar by taking vacations to all-adult resorts where clothing was optional to add a bit of a buzz.In the last year, we tried a new location and were surprised when we found that the rules were a bit different. The men didn’t have to hide their erections with a towel or by lying on their stomach when sunbathing. Open sex was allowed, and this didn’t even necessitate going into the. But this one time ( at band camp lol) a man was bold enough to look at me and say:"You're a filthy slut aren't you?"I smiled at him...I mean, I am and I was clearly trying to fuck him so I said "Did my wet pussy give it away?"He laughed."How much?" he said."As much cum as you can make." I retorted"What if I asked you to take me and my son. At the same time."My jaw fell open...open into a smile."Only if you promise I cum double."His eyes opened wide like he couldn't believe what I was saying.. I sat on the bed and waited. I'd offer her something to drink when she got back, but no reason to get something now. So I just sat and monitored the state of my penis. Its erection was disappearing, but it was not going completely back to its unaroused state either. It could be coaxed. I wasn't eighteen anymore, and twice in one night was probably going to be about all I could comfortably muster. Anything more than that would have to be for her sake, and I was pretty sure that twice would be.