"Ladies, begin."They immediately pressed their lips tightly together, so no red couldbe seen. They tried as hard as they could to pump the dildos in a...ndout. By now they were both laughing. I could see that they kept turningtheir heads from side to side to get their tongues working on thelollipop. It appeared that two lesbian lovers were French kissing andfucking each other.I had been in bondage for about an hour before I yelled to Cora. Shejust pretended not to hear me. She went on serving. She stood and let me look for a moment, preening under my admiring gaze. Finally, with a sad little pout, she broke my reverie by asking, "Not even a Christmas tree, Greg?" It's just me here, so I didn't see the point of going through the effort of putting one up," I explained dazedly. Taking a deep breath and tearing my eyes from her, I tried to gain some measure of control over the situation. "Look young lady, you're welcome to weather out the storm here, but I think you must have me confused. My husband John and I have known Paul for ages and we knew he was getting over breaking up with his long term boyfriend so I happily agreed. John stayed until Paul came round so we could all have a drink together and then he went off with a couple of his mates. After John left we had some more wine and then I went through to the bedroom to get changed. Paul followed me in and sat on the bed while I looked through the clothes to decide what to wear for the night. He complimented me on my. I'm not prepared to feel less, so that one moved on quite quickly despite being interesting. I learnt a lot from him but I never considered it an affair; it was just dabbling with intense flirting, in my mind. I published quite prolifically in those days; I find it liberating to be free with the vocabulary and emotions of sex, and I've learnt a lot by being open-minded and listening to others. Some of the stories I wrote were well out of my comfort zone, stretch projects of subjects requested.