Of course as the areas drew more people, the housing prices rose. Because the people were coming back, the businesses and the shops were returning. D'... Place, a sports bar, was one of the recently places. It had been a home at one time in the past but a new large picture window had been cut into the brick wall and a carved wooden door led into the dimly lit interior. There was the typical long bar down one wall with tables and chairs against the opposite wall only ten to fifteen feet. Shit. I cleaned cum from the floor as I heard the shower start. 'God, it must reek of sex in here' I thought as Mary was cleaning herself.Shit what time is it. Damn! Nine forty five. I dashed to the master bath and grabbed the aerosol. Returning to the kitchen and applied a liberal dose and headed for the shower myself. What I just did was no longer a game and I knew Di would smell sex on me.As I stood in the shower I hoped that Mary was going to be OK with this. Shit, if she had second. We talked well into closing the bar, I was drunk and she was as well. We had been flirting most of the night back and forth. I knew that she was a lesbian and I also knew that she was single. On the other hand she knew I was married yet she knew that I was bi-curious I made that known several times throughout the last six months we had been working. We stepped off our stools and staggering and swaying a little we headed to the elevator. Stepping into the elevator she pushed the 4th floor and I. 'Maybe model cars?' he thought.That evening, Denise appeared at the door of Stan's house, wearing 'blouse and trousers' of white and red, respectively, with her hair tied back and some comfortable trainers. Stan, in black T-shirt and a light pair of trousers, answered the door and invited her in while he finished getting ready.Stan's house was a typical family three-bedroom home in the area. He and Caron had wanted somewhere economically sensible but with room for guests. The housing.