Wondering what she was doing or going to do my curiosity got the best of me. I threw my hood over my head and crept between her house and the empty wo...oded lot. If I angle my self perfectly right here I can see into her room. It wasn't long before she picked up her phone and smiled. Her face was flush, embarassed at whatever was being said on the other line. I sat right on the wet grass. Right there. It was darker now and I was sure I was safe here. Her hands moved slowly through her hair as. While engaging in this talk; both of us would get semi erections and it was perfectly fine to reach down and quickly rub "itch" our dick while talking to each other. This was a "man thing" and we only entertained this behavior when we were alone. As the months went by I pretty much assumed he was a closet bi guy like myself. I assume he figured out the same thing with me. We never spoke about it but it leaded us to change the dynamic of our working relationship as we knew it was "safe" to go. ” Again, I think the only reply they could muster between them was “ Oh, yes please.” At this, my wife swiftly buttoned some of dress, stood up, gripped both guys’ cocks, and said “ Well then, what are we waiting for?” She then released her grip and led the way outside, after thanking the landlord for the evening. It was now some time after two am, and the street was deserted as we walked back to the flat. This was a perfect time to indulge in the normal thing we do on occasions like this,. I faced the front and a very beautiful Countess with long, raven black hair, blue eyes, wearing a red corset gown and a black, high collared cloak over the top stared at me. She sat in a high gold chair with rings on her fingers with long fingernails. The Countess wore a gold crown on her head."Don't just sit there and stare, answer the question. Who are you?" She demanded. Her blue eyes flashed with fury making me a bit afraid.I got to my feet. "I am Eric Perkins," I said."Come closer and kiss.