It was all fair game.We flirted with each other. We wrote each other intimate and erotic emails and texts. We shared details that most friends don’t... share.And then one day she shared with me something new. She told me that she loves foot massages. She told me that they take her to “another place”. Hmmmm, I thought. What if...?Fast forward a month and we got together to meet for dinner. Wait. I forgot to mention. I am a married man, and she is now about two months into a serious relationship. So. That was so delicious!" Then she looked at Mike and said, "As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing better in life than to feel Ken's strong arm around me just holding me close every night. He has the most marvelous man-smell, too. When I'm in his arms I feel so warm and snugly and safe ... I just adore it."Then she smiled warmly and added, "But you know what's really great? Often, in the morning, I'll just roll on top of Ken. I cross my arms on his chest and rest my chin on my hands. I'm on. * * * * * As soon as he uttered his hypnotic suggestion, they obeyed. They were kissing. They were French kissing. They were making out while touching and feeling one another where sisters should never touch and feel one another. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He watched them making out. He watched them feel their breasts, squeeze their asses, and finger their pussies. Another sexual fantasy of his coming true, watching two women having lesbian sex, this day just gets better and better. He. We met in college. In college we hung out and eventually got high with a girl we both liked and ended up fucking her together. Frank and I experimented with bisexuality together and we have found a nice comfortable place fucking girls together. There have been a few. That's how we met Noelle. I met her at a bar. Noelle and I dated. The first night I met Noelle we went back to her place and had sex on the floor in front of the fire place. Noelle liked coke and wine. 5'2 with athletic shoulders.