I decided that they were going to be my sissy fuck slaves for the night.Rob and I got back to the hotel and emailed Steve who thought we were lying wh...n we told him which room we were in. An hour or so later he knocked at the door and we let him in. Rob and I were so horny just thinking about what we wanted to happen. I kissed Steve passionately on the lips and I’m sure he liked the taste of my slutty red lipstick. I also had plans to use the lipstick elsewhere.I stood in the middle of the room. “I’m not saying strange in a bad way, just in a ‘I can’t believe I sucked another man’s dick last night’ strange.” “That’s normal. Do you feel guilty, disgusted, angry at your husband, jealous?” Again, I gave this thought. “No,” I finally answered. “Honestly, I feel like I shared something beautiful and sexy with my husband last night. We experienced the sexual sides of our best friends and they experienced ours and we shared some of it with them. Next time, I hope to share all.” “I can’t tell. In fact, if I could make a real living at it, that would be my preferred career choice.However, writers block, deadlines, overall motivation, and my "other," career choice, have thus far anyway prevented me from doing so.Hence at the moment anyway, it remains a hobby to be indulged in whenever the Muse strikes me.This work is one such moment.I hope those who read it will enjoy it, and be kind in critiquing it.Constructive thoughts are always welcome and appreciated.Mean spirited jabs obviously. Especially with the lower life forms and denizens of sub-cultures with which it was necessary for myself to frequent. A gentleman I only knew as 'A', comes to mind but he was a long way from exclusive. I had read back over this missive and found I had also taken to both thinking and writing in this form although it had not been a conscious reversion more evolutionary. I am now fifty-five and do not see any purpose in altering this habit but at least I recognize that I have it and if the time.