Johnston trusted him with a secret he would take it to the grave with him. "Yes sir, you have my solemn word." "Do you know Mrs. Johnston - my wife,...Ben?" "Of course sir, everyone knows Mrs. J. She's hot! Err I mean...sorry." Ben could feel his cock starting to thicken again. "That's OK, Ben I like it when people think she's hot," David reassured him. "Mrs. Johnston and I have a very unusual sex life. We like to have sex with both women and men. We are swingers and what's called bisexual -. She didn’t say anything about that, only that she was divorced and worked on the car to fill her empty time.’ The next evening, Friday, Pete was at the local grocery store picking up some things for his mother when he saw Becky and a very frail, unsteady looking older woman. Their shopping cart had several groceries in it already. He assumed the woman was Becky’s mother. He debated for a moment then walked up and said, ‘Hi Becky. How are you doing?’ Becky’s head jerked around rapidly. She. ‘Poor Cliff,’ Sarah said. ‘He was so turned on while you were pleasuring me under my costume. Don’t you think he should have a turn now Vi?’ ‘It’s only fair,’ the girl crooned looking up into Cliff’s eyes. Her tunic floated loosely up between them and his hand moved beneath it to find her breasts. She hovered, her breasts buoyant in the fondles of his hand, and then his fingers found her nipples firm with excitement. She was their dream coming true, her breasts in his hands his first most. I wrote it from the female perspective because I remember just how visceral Kay’s emotions were when it went down. She read it and smiled and said, “Damn. It was good, wasn’t it!!!” Oh it was! It surely was!!Please vote and comment, and thank you for reading. The whole point of me writing is knowing what it does to you, the reader!!! Thanks.****************************************************************************It was one of those Saturdays. My husband, Tim, was off an hour and half.