Lisa and Emma had been friends for a long time but they could not be more different especially when it comes to sex. Where Lisa was shy and non advent...rous Emma was up for anything, she like me had been very promiscuous in college and had now come back to live in our home town. Emma still had a very active social life and often went on little trips where she could have some dirty adventures, often coming round for dinner to let us know what she had been up to. After a few drinks it was really. “I’ve imagined screwing you in every position imaginable. When we worked together, I’d have to go home and jack off, or try to do my wife and pretend she was you.” The thought of him nailing his wife and calling out my name makes the warmth between my legs get even hotter. “Those are just your fantasies. They can’t even come close to the real thing,” I say with a wicked smile. I take my foot off the desk and go down on my knees in front of him. “Oh, God, Lanie…” he groans before I’ve even done. She slept in your bed, by the way.’ ‘Oh. That’s weird,’ Tommy said absently. ‘Not the bed … I mean … the confession.’ ‘No … it was therapy. For both of us. I needed to know and she needed to tell me.’ ‘Was she cheating on you?’ ‘Do you really need to know?’ ‘I don’t know. Maybe not. It’s over now, isn’t it?’ ‘Yeah. It’s over. I think she’ll want to talk to you, Tommy. I know she wants to apologize to you too. She had a real awakening with our leaving her. I think you’ll find her a very. With no arrangements or plans, I drove over to FLand from Daytona Beach, hoping for some kinky fun. As I arrived at FL2 to check things out, I had the typical sexually arousing "nervous" edge of anticipation. Little did I know, I was about to meet one of the most elegant, most erotic, most intelligent, most gregarious, couples I had or ever would meet. When I arrived at FLand2, the parking lot was only about half-filled, so I assumed there was nothing "special" happening. O' contraire: I.