I hastilyremoved them.I climbed out of bed and padded in my bare feet over to the Frenchdoors. They opened to a small terrace. The whole building sa... on aman-made hill overlooking the rest of the campus, and from my room,looking out the windows, I could see for miles. The moon was settingover the lowlands to the west.I felt empty. It was a strangely unique sensation. I'd feltdissatisfied before, but this emptiness was entirely new. Was that whyI had dreamed of Gerry? Our relationship had. When he finally did touch her slit, he found her pussy swimming in cuntjuice, and she uttered her first words of the night. “Fuck me!” she begged.Bob continued fingering her slit, nuzzling her neck and licking an earlobe, eliciting a loud series of moans. “Fuck me, please, fuck me!” she continued to beg. “Oh, please, don’t be mean. I need it! Fuck me!” she pleaded. She began trying to twist around, to lie on her back, but the knee between her legs kept her on her side. She reached back with a. I stood naked in front of this total stranger. He leaned forward and kissed my pubic mound. Then he got off the bed and stood there as I also got off the bed and stood in front of him. I unbuttoned his shirt and he let it fall to the floor. Next I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His pants fell to the floor. I looked at his undershorts and saw a big bulge.Larry gently pushed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees. I reached out and lowered his shorts. I was shocked at what. I think she would be totally shocked if she knew I was bi, or… you know?”“Oh? You think she’d disapprove?”I felt a little uncomfortable.“I don’t think she’d—disapprove, exactly but…”I left it there, not really sure how to explain my wife’s lack of sex drive.“What’s she doing this evening?”“Oh, she and Rachel—that’s her best friend—usually have a girls’ night every couple of weeks. You know, a weepy movie, glass of wine and talk about— whatever it is that girls talk about when they get.