You don’t quite have the nerve to look up as you round the corner, but you count seven pair of feet in the room, four of which are men, and three wo...en. You feel your cheeks burning as you search for my feet, which you identify due to my shoe-size, offcourse on the far side of the bed…“Come here Cumslut”, you hear me say, and you obediently, deliberately sensually, crawls on all fours across the floor, passing the others, round the bed and stop in front of me. What they can’t see, but you. My name is Warren, white male, 5’8” coming in about 180.My wife and I have been married for ten years and began normal enough. However nobody wants to read about normal so I will fast forward two years into the marriage.My fantasy started out simple enough. I wanted to see my wife have sex with another man. Simple enough, right? But isn’t that the way all things begin? This was about to get much more murky and complicated. I worked as a manager of a fast food restaurant and had an employee. Her tan legs are tall and thin, like the wooded-over stalks that twist up into the canopy of green and purple. She spins again to walk backward as if she feels me staring at her.Her face is lit with a devious innocence, I can see it clearly. An air of avidity behind eyes that speak to me a thousand silent ways. She is carefree and mischievously playful. Like a bird, flitting from branch to branch in search of life, the life she needs to feed her.She appears to be my age.To my left, stairs lead. Jessica's parents, two very successful professionals from the City, were paying for everything else but didn't want to pay the travel expenses of a photographer from New York City to come to Houston. I told them that I do it for them as a wedding present. Roman had disappeared into the apartment next door soon after Jessica had sat down on Mike's lap. Jessica and Veronica walked me to my car that night. They both kissed me goodbye. Jessica kissed me on the cheek. Veronica hugged me tightly and.