Liz turned and started leading him toward the back of the house. She could sense him following her. As she walked into the living room she suddenly re...embered her sex toys. Her face turned red as the dildo stood proudly on the coffee table as the vibrator lay next to it."I was not expecting company." She said as she quickly covered the toys with towel she put under her ass during her virtual sex session with her husband.She noticed that Hunter seemed as embarrassed as she was. She held the back. This time I'll stick to big black cock! (giggle)!" Sighing as my erection pulsed, I helped her out of the bathand dried her. The kids were just beginning to wonder where their momwent and our excuses would have to be changed as they got older.Heather even said we should just tell them the truth once and I wasshocked. "Why not?" she smiled, "theyr'e going to know, kids do talk!" "But honey...!" "We'll just tell them for now I go out with my own friends now and then;until they get older. I'll see you later." We gave each other a lot of space.Five minutes after five there was a knock at the door. There were two very cute young ladies. I recognized Kat from her picture. She was five feet, six inches tall and shaped nicely. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head. Not voluptuous, but desirable looking. Small, nicely shaped breasts and full hips attached to shapely legs. "Mr. Lawrence, I recognize you from your web page, I'm Kat and this is Allison."Allison was a little taller. Expressive, direct, lustful, wanton and uninhibited. The French revel in exploring each others minds and bodies, mistresses and gigolos are commonplace. Admitting you have a married lover is nothing to be ashamed of. De Sade aside, some of the sexiest erotic fiction and images come from France. There’s a fabulous scene in a French movie combining bondage, domination, humiliation and exquisite teasing that stuck with me since the first time I saw it many, many years ago. So much so that I.