By this point, I had gone several months without sex and was aching to get my dick wet. Now things were finally happening.However, all she did was ask... for football tips. So I couldn’t be sure whether she was into me or not. That conversation really served as an ice breaker because we started making small talk during joint training sessions.We slowly warmed up to each other this way. We weren’t friends by any measure but had reached taking terms. Every time we spoke, I couldn’t help but picture. .making me melt in ur hands & instinctively my body pushes into urs. The pressure of me against u makes ur dick jump in anticipation so u spin me around putting one hand around my neck with ur fingers on my jaw holding my head to one side & ur other hand grabs my hip pulling my ass into ur erection. As the breath leaves my body at ur sudden moves my eyes close & u lean into my neck kissing...sucking...biting. I can't help but move my hips against u, grinding trying to find some release. My. How she saved me, forgave me, flew with me.And how much I needed her, and feared that need.And then I wept.The lead pixie said, "You do not represent a danger to the Grove. Atleast not on this day."With that, they all flew away, leaving me alone again.All was silence.The feeling I got from the Grove was a patient waiting state. It (she? Igot a bit of a sense of femininity all around me) wasn't going to makeme leave or punish me, but it wasnt going to comfort me either.Despite this, the quiet. Just before daybreak, I fucked my wife and enjoyed it better than ever.The next time I met Derick and Ronald, I told them I was not gay, but definitely bisexual. I told them how much I loved my wife and how much I enjoyed sex with her.The Derick blew me away when he said, “Have you ever considered sharing her?”I was flabbergasted and dumbfounded at the same time. Seeing my state, Derick said, “hey, dude, Ronald and I are not gay, we are also bisexual.”Regaining my speech, I said, “are you.