“The next time, let’s skip dinner and go right to this instead!”“Marci, I want to take you to bed,” he said. It seemed this would be the mom...nt of truth for me.“I want that, too,” I said. “But before we do, you ought to know something.”“What?”“I don’t know if there’s an easy way to tell you.”“Tell me what? Are you married or something?”“No, that's not it. I guess I just need to come out with it. You remember Jan, right?”“Yeah, she’s my friend.”“I’m not exactly Jan’s friend. I’m her. Debbie introduced Helena to websites and on-line dating and that is how she found FetLife. In fact, Debbie introduced Helena to lots and lots of things, none of which disturbed Helena.Helena was not naïve even though she often played the role of the little lost schoolgirl, and she was led, rather enthusiastically, towards every twist and turn of her adventure. She revelled in the more kinky side of her sexual world. She shocked David to the core when she kissed Debbie’s friend, Monica, full on. At home alone, naked, with a bottle of wine to myself and I was clearing out my bookmark folder on the computer.) I found bookmarks from back when I had been shopping around for wedding and honeymoon stuff, and laughed when I saw what was bookmarked. I never bought most of it since I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the airport security people on the way to my honeymoon if they decided to search our bags or something. I clicked on the link for the website of the local sex shop. Why not. I asked her where she hurt and she told me that it was the center of her back, from the shoulder blades down to her lower back. I see that she had left a bottle of massage oil on the bed for me. I am starting to suspect there is a plan in play here.I took the bottle and put some oil on my hands and rubbed them together to warm it. I hesitated for a second but then my hands began working on her back. She moaned as my hands made contact with her skin. Her body felt warm and soft under my hands. I.