”“Be what? Fucking gay, or fucking desperate??”“Please, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”“Because you’re a fucking pervert, l...ike so many of your kind..fucking bi-sexual my arse!! You just can’t decide what you want..cock or pussy! So you try both and pretend it’s o.k.”I didn’t know what to do next, he was visibly shaking.“Anyway, I already tried it..once..it didn’t turn out good” he said, in a lower tone of voice.“What? You tried bi-sex?”“It wasn’t called that back then..we were called. My tits were trying to bust out of the T-shirt and bouncing with every step I took. I have to admit, my nipples were hard and sticking out through the thin shirt. My heart was beating pretty fast and I was kind of excited but mostly embarrassed walking through the mall like this. I had to constantly pull down the hem on the shirt to keep from showing things I didn't want shown right now.I really wasn't enjoying this but I obeyed Keith and I hoped he at least was enjoying it. I saw him following. I excused myself to go to the restroom and on the way ordered more wine for us both. When I returned to our seats, Sofia had relocated to a small sofa along with our bags. She was sitting with her feet on the ottoman again. "Sit next to me, I am chilly so I got us blankets too," she said patting the sofa next to her. I sat and put my feet next to hers on the ottoman and she slid very close to me as she covered us with the blankets. She began stroking my feet with her toes again and then slipped. We parted after awhile, and I went back to my room. I had slipped his room number into my purse, just in case.Since I had a couple of hours to kill, I quickly kissed my husband with an intensified passion. My thoughts kept drifting to Robert's face, and wonderment at how his lips would feel on my own. I needed to relieve the sexual tension, and pictured Robert caressing my body as my husband's hands moved over my soft silk blouse. He cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed them just before.