Even though it was a brief kiss I had never wanted someone so badly in my life. After that night, I fantasized often about being with another woman. I...watched lesbian porn and read lesbian erotica. These just fueled my fantasies even more. About a month after that first kiss, I was hanging out with my friend, Marissa in her dorm room. We were sitting on her bed, watching a movie under a blanket together. Even though she is very pretty, I had never really thought about Marissa that way before. "Sorry about the smoke smell. I had a friend in here earlier and he just started chain smoking." I nod and I clench my hands over my thighs as memories threaten to reemerge to the surface. Chandler would always smoke almost two packs a day. He said it helped ease his conscience. He would hold me to his chest while he smoked, exhaling directly into my face. I shiver at the thought and I force back a cough. "I'm Ben, by the way." "Grace," I whisper, looking out the window as I see the town lights. I whimpered. My hips were involuntarily moving, swaying. More fluid, I think it was syrup poured over my ass down my crack. I looked at the dog. You know you want it, slut. You’re nothing but a slut, and sluts love to have their pussies licked by big dogs. All you have to do is ask for it. I moaned, knowing she was right. I was a slut, and I was beginning to want that dog to lick me, my hot, dripping pussy. The dog was moved around me. I could feel his hot breath starting to torment my waiting. 29, my wife asked what I wanted for my birthday. Being a smart ass, I told her that since it has been years since we had done anything kinky, I wanted to have a threesome or at least sit back and watch her fucking my best friend, Terry. She got a bit upset and I told her that I was just messing with her, that I was trying to put some kick back in our marriage, but whatever you get me is fine. Nothing else was said, then a couple days later on my birthday, we get up that morning and she tells me.