My good friend was bi. My mail carrier was bi. My God who else? My thoughts drifted back to my college days – the few times at college parties where...I engaged in same-sex exploration. Hell, I was young and probably drunk back then. I was always interested in guys, but also experimented in naked light play with several sexy female college classmates. It was hot! As we walked home George and the kids were babbling about various subjects and appeared distant.Later that night, George went to bed. Karen and she, Laura thought, had scraped the bottoms of sexual perversion together, but never had they thought of whipping, until now. The stinging arrows of pain that shot through her entrapped breast and swollen nipple were almost not painful, so wildly, sexually stimulating were they. Karen quickly landed a hot, sharp blow on her other nipple, then whipped them alternately with sharp, snapping blows, until tears were spilling down Laura's cheeks and she was mewling deliriously in the grip. I brushed his hand with my cock. Neither of us moved. I looked around and everyone was engaged in conversations, drinking, eating and volleyball. I pushed up against his hand and he gave me a couple strokes and pulled back. Wow, I thought I was going to cum right there, leaving evidence in the pool.I came back to current day. I was as hard as a rock laying on that chaise lounge. The wifey would have thot it inappropriate for me to be hard out by the pool but she wasn't here. I looked around to. Why are you sitting out here?”“Brad is being a tad difficult,” she said, “but he’ll be leaving for a date soon, so I thought I would just wait out here until he left. Want some company while you clean the pool?”He considered her request for a few seconds. “It’s not a very exciting event, but you’re welcome to tag along. There are usually a few people in the hot tub, so you won’t be stuck with just me.”She stood and walked through the grass the few steps to the sidewalk. Approaching him, she.