But she blamed most of it on being young, experimenting, and nearly being drunk on her ass. Something I didn't know until all this with Randy was her ...enchant for anal sex. I knew she liked it when I licked her ass, and occasionally she had used her fingers on me while giving blowjobs, but neither of us had done much more than that. That was why I was so shocked when she actually agreed to allow Randy to fuck her ass after he pressed her that he had heard from college buddies she had liked anal. I lit two candles in our room so my hubby could see and turned off the bathroom light. I walked over and stood in front of David wondering what my husband was thinking seeing me this scantily clad. I stepped forward into his open arms, he put one hand in the middle of my back and the other stroked my bare ass. His index finger traced the indentation between my cheeks as I wiggled for him to put it inside. We kissed as our tongues explored each others mouths. His kisses moistened my already. “I’ll tell you inside, I have to pee.” She says as she kisses me wetly, tasting my tonsils. I can tell by the kiss that this is going to be a long HARD night. I finish my smoke as she walks in, and go to retrieve her shoes. I stop inside the foyer and put her shoes in the closet, and then see her purse and shawl in the middle of the floor. “Yeah she’s drunk,” I say out loud to myself, she is only messy when she gets trashed. I put her purse on the table, her shawl on the appropriate hook and. ”“I mean do you love Steve?” Again, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, “I love him as a brother but I don’t think you wanted to know that. You’re asking if I love him like a boyfriend. I got to say that there is this strange attraction but no. I don’t think I’m in love with him. Let’s just say, playing with him is more like masturbating for me. And from what I can tell it’s the same for him.”“Masturbating?” Marie asks.“Yeah, we both enjoy it. We are living one of our darkest fantasies..