I'd like you to have sex with her. I know you've always imagined what it would be like, so now you can. Does she know about this I asked, she said t...hat I'd ask you first. If your happy it, and she up for it I'd love to have sex with her. Will you be with us I asked, yes she said. About three nights later, we were having diner when the wife just came out with it. Will s*s, do you want to have sex with my husband. I almost choked on my food, but her sister just looked at me and asked was it. ”“Or better yet a couple of random girls.” Your dad chimes in. “Just make sure to clean up before we get home.”“Guys!” you say but can’t help but laugh. They had always been cool about things like that.You watch their plane taxi down the runway and head back to your jeep. As you pull out of the parking lot your cell phone rings. Without looking at the caller i.d. you answer, “Paco’s tacos we use real cat meat.”“Yes Paco, I’d like three Siamese supremes hold the sour cream.” Your buddy Scott. "I guess so," I admitted. "We thought you were still gone."Pat Upham put down her puzzle and walked over to me. "You don't seem too tired though." Her v-neck tee shirt showed a discreet quantity of soft, freckled cleavage."Parts of me are more tired than others," I said, and instantly regretted it.She laughed happily and took my arm in one hand. More quietly, she said, "you still smell like sex."And I, yea, even I, Vinnie Tesla, blushed. "Sorry! I'll go take a shower, I should have done it. That’s when my thoughts began to focus on Sandra and then other thoughts and realizations started to sift into my consciousness. For the last year or so, she’s almost constantly hung close to me, whenever I’m at home. The possibility of fucking Sandra was one that I’d never thought of…. But if she’s willing to.. Why not? She’s always touching me… kissing my neck or hugging my arm. Sometimes, when we’re alone she pulls my face down to hers and kisses me on the mouth. She’s been doing that a lot,.