” He reached into his black bag and pulled out a fairly large cloth sack secured at the top by a string. “A friend sent this to me from Brazil and...I’ve been dieing to try it out” he continued. Everyone watched intently as he reached in the bag and grabbed something. “Hold her up so she can see this.” He said smiling. Two of the men lifted Debbie’s head. Doc released the sack and it fell to the floor. Debbie’s eyes went from half closed with pain and exhaustion to wide open with surprise and. He had a little office just off the M61, about 18 miles from where we live and the interview was to take place there. My husband persuaded me (against my better judgement), to dress as a slutty secretary, for the interview. I arrived at the office in good time, thinking that others might be there, but I was all alone. He invited me in and pointed to a chair and told me to sit down, he looked through my application for ages, every now and then looking up and eyeing me up and down. He then asked. He would have hated writing something like this, bored to tears at the points where he narrated sex that actually happened, even if it read like it belonged in Penthouse. I suppose I’m the same way for different reasons, wanting to hold back things that seem too personal. But I have a wife, a mistress, and an occasional boytoy. I’ve had threesomes, foursomes, and orgies so that just that doesn’t really fuel my rich fantasy life. Sam and I need more, but what’s impossible for us can turn to. My husband is John and he is a super guy. We have made close friends with two other couples that are very much like us. We all live in the same part of the outskirts of San Diego. About a year ago we started going out for dinner, dancing and a couple drinks. On our third time out together we had a couple more drinks than we should have had and our conversation turned to sex. It turned out that we all really enjoy it and have a lot of fun doing it with our husbands. I don't know who came.