Rashmi told “ yaaa arun, I love to expose my beauty in public and love the attention I get.” I asked her “do you wanna be a slutty hot wife? And...get fucked by another man?” I was fingering so fast that she was about to cum. She told “uff ufff yaaa, you son of a bitch you cannot satisfy me. Let me atleast get the pleasure from some one else.” I was shocked to hear that.Next day we didn’t talk much. Evening I came home early. Rashmi came with prakash at around 10 pm. He was holding her waist when. Wow, you look nice. Hey, I’ve got something I need to show you. Remember the dress that…’ Sarah had to cut her off, ‘Um, about that, actually, I’ve got something I need to show you first.’ She was fumbling with the manila envelope containing pictures of the dirtiest thing she had ever done – graphic evidence that she had completed Melissa’s prescribed punishment. Earlier that morning Sarah had called and flatly stated, ‘Well, I did it.’ And Melissa had simply replied, ‘Excellent. Come over.’. We kissed for at least five minutes before breaking.We made love two more times before the semester ended and we went home for the summer. When the school year started we got rooms together and became lovers, but I made it clear to him I was bisexual and would also have girlfriends. However, as I’ve said, I really liked Ron. I guess you could say I was fond of him.Within a couple of weeks I had fucked him. I’d never fucked a guy before, and I found I liked it a lot, and so did he. And before. Apparently that tickled, since she wiggled rather pleasantly before turning her head so she could look at me. She gave a cute little yawn and then kissed me on the nose before replying with a contented little sigh. I absently stroked her back as we lay there and cuddled. Not talking, just enjoying the company and the morning. She’d give a sigh every now and again to which I’d invariability reply with a small kiss. ‘Did you sleep well?’ she eventually asked. ‘Very, how about you?’ I replied. .