Meet me at the café in 20 minutes for breakfast”. “Okay” was all she sent back.At the cafe she did not seem her normal cheerful self. She mostl...y played with her food pushing it one side or the other and did not talk that much. I wondered if she knew that last night her ex-boyfriend told me she had the biggest pussy he had ever seen. “Are you okay this morning” I finally asked her.“We need to talk” she said in a low sad voice. Oh shit, I’m busted I thought. “Okay, what do we need to talk about”. I decided to use the new black gown.After a look in the mirror, I got convinced that the reflection was giving me back the perfect image of a street hooker. But I liked it. I liked my black lover treating me like a whore…I went downstairs to watch a movie. Then I received a picture from Jimmy.It was a pic of his hard cock, including pre-cum in the tip. He texted that he was hard now and could not wait to fuck me. I texted back I was also horny, waiting for that magnificent black cock… And I. I turned my head and there was Lynn, holding another small bag.The music continued its slow sexy groove as my first wife began to sway and shift her weight from side to side. Her bright red pubic hair was on full display and when she set her feet wide apart and squatted down, her bright red strawberry patch spread out wide and her beautiful pink labia opened like a flower.I got hard again.Lynn reached into her bag and pulled out a bright green piece of fabric. Like her wife before her, she. My reaction to Gretchen wasby far the most intense and rewarding, and I realized I was a bit of alesbian.Truly the most amazing thing about each encounter was that, as it hadbeen with Dennis, I was eager to hear what had been happening in theirlives since we were last together.Friday morning I packed my bags and called for the bellhop. Jeanne wasat the desk and she smiled winningly."Ah Miss Pierpoint. I apologize again for the earlier mix up. We willhave your regular suite ready on your next.