I knew then that I had to get out of there, and I had to take him with me.I prised myself away from him, and something seemed to vanish in his eyes. I... smiled reassuringly and put my small hand in his, leading him away from the floor and towards the chair my coat was hanging on. Grabbing this, I said a hasty goodbye to my friends. The drink had risen my confidence, and I was ready for whatever was going to happen. I looked over at Jordan for the last time, and he winked at me from over the new. Maybe I needed help to keep her satisfied.When I married Janet, our sex life was wonderful. But after four years, one would think that it would slow down a bit…but it didn’t. Janet was always horny and needed to fuck every night and twice a day on weekends! She loves to give head; loves sixty-nine; loves doggie; and loves missionary. She’s a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes and a killer smile. Every man who sees her wants to get into her pants!The only problem is that I’m finding it. We just laughed and thought it was her only being friendly.Anyway, as I layed back in the hot tub with this friendly woman a few feet from me the bubbles again began swirling and so did my cock and balls with the movement of the water. What was so unusual it seemed as if something was squeezing my now hard cock underwater. With eyes closed, it never even dawned on me that the lady next to me was massaging my cock as the water swirled. All i felt was an extremely pleasing "close eyed". My new "femme friends" smiled knowingly asthey remembered the first time they had felt the same wave of gayfemininity wash over them many years before. I felt as though I hadunexpectedly yet willingly crossed a line in my young life, a line thatseparated the "normal" and conventional from a previously hidden andforbidden realm of delicious sexuality that I unknowingly had craved butnever realized to exist.A dim comprehension crept into my mind that my abiding obsession withfeminine, overly.