As described in my last story that barrier broke when I met Julie.For the next six months or so my sex life was in three nice compartments: At home I ...njoyed a lusty straight relationship with my husband, Tom, with Julie a close and passionate lesbian affair and online I explored the wilder side of my bisexuality. Perhaps illogically I still regarded myself as faithful to Tom. In any case, I only played online with women and only when he was out of town.That comfortable world changed. Had he given up?After all that surveillance it seemed incredible, but why in God's name hadn't he moved on me yet? Was he waiting for me to go home, planning to take me there? But how could he know, he'd pulled everybody out of the rental and nobody was watching me walk, I was sure. Was he waiting for evening, when his people had told him I was certain to be home?Too many questions, no answers at all.I decided to give it up and go home. Brownie probably needed a walk, and I didn't want dog poop. Too late I realized that we was going to give me a big kiss. I had a hard time pushing him away after our lips met. “Go to bed, son.” I ordered him. He obeyed and I went to the bathroom to wash off his sticky cum. While the hot water was flowing down my body, I slowly soaped myself off. While I was lost in my thoughts, I played with my sensitive nipples and my still tickling pussy. What had happened? Why did I go all the way and let him suck me and I blew his cock? Actually, it not had been. Then he got over me again to begin massaging me again as I was on my back.“Wow that's big Jason, been having a lot of sex lately, it been making it inside some girl's mouths and pussies?” I asked.“Some I guess, and thank you,” Jason replied.I couldn't see his face because my eyes were closed, but I could tell he was a little embarrassed.“Is that weird to hear from your sister?” I asked.“I'd say yes, but I'm massaging you while we're naked right now, so no,” Jason replied.“Well it is a good.