I began to remove my clothing. It was yet another step on the path to the complete ruination my life was to become.When I got down to my underwear, I... looked up. Both women had a look of smug satisfaction. "Underwear too," said Lydia.I sheepishly removed my underwear and stood naked in front of them. I felt the surge of blood head toward my groin. I had no idea why it was happening, but perhaps it had something to do with getting female attention from more than one woman. Sure enough, I. He could feel the immoral burning around his stiff cock; it was just dying to be used. He tried fisting it a few times, but it didn’t even help a bit. He sighed; only anal stimulation would work at this point. He pulled the set of anal beads that he had in his ass out. As they popped out one by one, he trembled as they stimulated his sensitive bud. He threw the beads under the bed and retrieved his biggest set, the largest bead almost twice the size of a golf ball. Only this one would suffice.. I was starting to dislike the guy, but the thought of them having sex was becoming a wild turn on as it was nearing the possibility of becoming reality. Anita said that Bill was coming over that Thursday evening, while I would be away from town in a quick business trip.She said she only wanted to talk to him. This seemed fair enough. But Anita suddenly gave me an evil grin, saying that she would leave the door open and, that if he started something, she had no idea where it might lead.Thursday. I had my life back, but it was difficult to feel popular or liked or that I fit in. It was what my life had always been, and it shouldn't have been as disconcerting as it was; nevertheless, it was not easy. I met a girl who seemed interested, and we started dating. For a while, it was the most exhilarating time of my life. But then, inexplicably, it got ... boring. Sex was ... unsatisfying. She loved it, and wanted more and more, and I did enjoy making her happy. Still, I wasn't.