. oh my." That's right babe, you want to be a slut so let's get to it." But..." No buts babe. A slut doesn't care about what other people think. Do yo...u see Alice giving a shit about what the rest of you are thinking? You want to be a slut so let's go do it." But I can't, I just can't. These are the people that I work with." Okay, it is your choice, you want to be a slut, you don't want to be a slut, it is all up to you."We finished the dance and went back to the table. I was sipping my beer. “I’m only teasing you, Mandy. You look fantastic. Of course you shouldn’t change!”“Thank you, babe.” Amanda beamed me a devastating smile that actually made me stagger back. She noticed my reaction, and her expression turned from loving appreciation to downright predatory. “We still have some time before we need to leave.” My wife threw an even more mischievous smile my way as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom without further comment. With a bulge in my pants and my heart. She was initially content to hold it inside me and enjoy the sensations as my muscles tried unsuccessfully to repeal her; then she slowly pulled back before thrusting even deeper inside me, a rhythm that she kept up for several minutes. The effect her movements were having on my penis was amazing and I ejaculated over the bed covers before she spasmed inside my bowels.Danni slowly withdrew then slipping of the condom demanded that I clean her cum coated cock with my mouth. She lay on her back. I loved Anna, and knew she'd support me despite what path I chose. Having sex with two sisters – Crystal and Ellen – had transported me from a lull in our lovemaking to thinking about making love with Anna. I chalked it up to a fantasy, but then maybe she had the fantasy too. If the opportunity presented itself again, would we surrender to our passion for each other? How would that change our lifetime relationship?Would my sudden celebrity status change me so much it would ruin my relationships.