They hugged. But something essential seemed to have changed.Her apartment used to be her one precious place. It had been the proof of her pride and in...ependence. Now it looked empty. It seemed small and insignificant. Her boss at the restaurant called her the second day she was back. He asked her if she'd returned to stay. She said she wasn't sure. He said she could start again this same day. She had been missed sorely. She thanked him and said she'd think about it. Then she went to the beach. In my late teens when I found girls (and sex) I purged any clothing that I had and managed to put the ’urge’ behind me. I settled down got married etc. etc. Unfortunately for me (or not?) my wife like to wear very sexy underwear, stockings and very revealing outfits which meant there were a lot of these ‘things’ around the house. It started small, again, when on a day off I would be doing some washing and find myself holding the knickers against myself, then wearing them until before long I was. I smirked and tugged her into the water as well. She settled herself nicely in between us and smiled lovingly. I leaned in to taste her, her mouth was so sweet, but not as sweet as her silky pussy. I kissed her softly, letting my tongue tease her lips. My brother pushed himself against her, rubbing his hands along her body. I pulled away and gave James a look, we were going to try double penetration with our younger sister. She looked confused as James ran his finger along her ass. Running it. He fingered me until he could fit three fingers in with ease. Then I felt his cock head press against my hole. Fuck that boy hard like the little slut he is the wife said as she saw her husband’s cock slide in me. They humiliated me some more as I was getting fucked. Slut boy, faggot, boy toy, you love cock in your ass, etc. I loved it. He started pounding me as fast and hard as he could. He pulled out, flipped me over on my back, raised my legs up, and started fucking me slower. I love this.