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(MMF, bi, wife, exh, voy, oral, anal, cheat) *** When Dave Cranston received his family inheritance the will mandated his taking over his father's business, which meant moving back home. He and Vickie, his wife, talked it over at length and made the decision to leave their Chicago suburb and buy an old but recently restored Victorian Mansion in tiny Cedar Grove, an unincorporated community that was once a thriving cotton trading center in the Deep South. The home next door was up for sale also and they liked it equally well, but chose theirs because it provided complete privacy in the outdoor garden area where the Jacuzzi was located. The only business still in operation in Cedar Grove was a country store and gas station. Serious shopping of any kind required a commute into the city where their business was located fifty miles away. Dave gassed up at the local store once a week on his way to work as left around six a.m. He didn't return before six in the evening, usually closer to seven and sometimes even later. Vickie occupied herself with decorating the house and making it into a charming and comfortable home. She always had a lovingly-prepared hot dinner for her husband when he came home. As the whirlwind activities of furnishing and decorating came to an end, Vickie began to feel the pangs of loneliness spending most of her time in the huge house alone. She found refuge by exploring the internet and discovered a variety of chat rooms, delightfully strange and fun places to pass the otherwise idle hours away. "No, I have never been unfaithful," she typed in her response to the chat board and slipped her hand back between her legs. The loud rumblings of a nearby truck caught her attention. She took her fingers off her clit, pushed her skirt back down and typed in, "brb." Through the window she saw two men directing a moving van backing-up into the driveway next door. The mid-afternoon heat took its toll and Vickie changed into shorts and a tee shirt. While still standing naked before the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her trim compact body, the flowing curves, pert breasts and perfectly round ass. She looked much younger than her age, but she always had. Throughout the afternoon she peeked through the curtains to monitor the progress of the move-in and wondered at the lack of any visible women. As twilight faded toward darkness and she waited for Dave's arrival, she looked again. "Oh my god, those two men are naked and kissing in the Jacuzzi!" she said out loud to the empty room, needing to somehow express her shock at the scene taking place before her eyes. A totally unexpected wave of sexual arousal passed over her and wet her pussy. Heat flushed out of her body to her skin and made her face feel almost uncomfortably warm. Her fingertips found her clit inside her shorts. Vickie was breathing hard and on the very edge of orgasm watching the two men make out when the phone rang. She yanked her hand out of her shorts and jumped six inches off the floor the unexpected noise jolted her mind so. Even in her state of temporary panic she knew watching the naked aroused men kissing was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed in her sexually sheltered life. "Huuuuh... huuuuh... huuuuh..." she deliberately forced her body to expel air and suck in a few deep breaths to dissuade her heavy breathing being obvious before answering the phone. When she could breathe somewhat normally again she answered it. "Fifteen minutes out, Love; time to send the ole boyfriend packing," Dave cheerfully joked. "Very funny, Dude," Vickie answered, "Well, okay then. He is all used up and pretty worthless now anyway... he he. Hey, you are not going to believe this, Hon, but we have new neighbors, two guys took the house next door, and they are gay... I know! The grapevine will be burning up with gossip by tomorrow... Okay, see you soon." She hurriedly stripped naked and went back to the window. "Oh my god," she mumbled as she rubbed her sex and watched one of the men fuck the other's mouth. It only took a minute of witnessing the one man holding the other's head and humping his dick in and out of his partner's throat for Vickie to come. The sight of her new neighbor coming on his lover's face and rubbing his crotch all over his lover's lips with such raw passion triggered her massive body-gripping orgasm. She came also as the man's sperm spewed out of his hard dick onto his lover's face. Vickie almost fainted in the aftermath it hit her so hard. Her shorts were barely snapped back on and the wet spot on the floor was just wiped up when Dave came in from the attached garage. "How was your day, Love," Vickie asked after he gave her their customary greeting kiss and hug. "Busy, there were a lot of fires to put out today due to delays getting equipment from the manufacturers," he shared. "Hey Hon, go over to the window and look. Those guys who moved in were having sex in their hot tub," she shared. The back yard was empty and Dave could only get glimpses of the two naked men walking about the house next door. "What were they doing?" he asked. "Kissing and then one gave the other a blow job," Vickie said. As soon as she said the words Vickie realized she had never used that term in front of Dave. She was fearful he would be suspicious of her and ask about her new expression. He didn't ask that, but rather, "Think we should nip this in the bud... I mean call the Sheriff's office and force these guys to confine their sexual activities to the inside of their house?" "No... We don't want to start a war with them and they would know. Nobody but us could have seen what they were doing. No need for trouble. I just won't look that way anymore," she told him, knowing it was a lie. "Okay, you are probably right," Dave agreed, "But, if they start bothering you, I will put an end to it right away." Vickie tried the flannel pajama trick to ward off the possibility of a sexual advance from Dave. She didn't want him to discover the wetness of her aroused state. It didn't work. Dave rolled her onto her back in bed and his finger slipped under the elastic and penetrated her pussy lips in the blink of an eye. He knew his way home. "Damn, Girl, you are soaking wet. What got you so lathered up?" he asked when his middle finger slipped without friction into her unusually slick and warm pussy. "I... I think honestly... I think it was watching those guys today," she stammered and admitted. "Watching men having sex turns you on?" he asked as he sat up in bed and looked at her in amazement. "I guess so... I never even thought about what was getting me so hot, but... well... I guess watching them did," Vickie struggled to explain. "Holy shit!" Dave exclaimed. "Want to get naked and fuck me?" he excitedly asked. "Oh hell yes! I am so ready for you right now. I just didn't think you would understand. I thought you would think of me as a total slut for getting turned on over seeing gay men going at it," she told him. Dave bent her over the bed and fucked Vickie from behind. As he pounded her pussy, Vickie lost herself in the wonderful feeling and in her memories of the men having sex next door. She climaxed harder than she could remember ever doing and hot female cum gushed from her sex for the first time. Excited by her first really wet climax, Dave flipped her on her back, pinned her legs up beside her shoulders and fucked her pussy hard and long as he stood by the edge of the bed. The feeling of her husband pounding her with such lusty commitment and her memories took Vickie to another orgasm. She climaxed at the peak of sexual pleasure she had ever known and soaked them both and a section of the bed with voluminous sprays of hot female cum. As her husband her with lusty passion and the visuals of her gay neighbors flooded her inner being, Vickie reached a state of sexual nirvana. All the while Dave fucked her pussy, Vickie saw flashes of her neighbor coming from fucking the other's mouth and him holding his head still and smearing his cum-coated spurting dick all over his partner's face. Vickie had the overwhelming desire to kiss the subservient one, to taste his fevered lust and share his lover's cum with him. The fantasy notion drove her passion higher and higher. She pulled off of Dave, knelt before him and smeared her face all over his dick in heated lust, imagining it was her neighbor's cum-drenched cock rubbing her skin. She had never felt so exhilarated and when she mounted her husband's cock again, she sprayed cum like a leaking garden hose. "Oh god, I love you so much," she told him as her body contracted again on his dick and her hot female cum spewed out. "Damn, Honey, that was the most intense sex I think we ever had. Shit, I might have to pay those gay guys to perform and light you up like this. Fuck that Sheriff business. Do you realize we have been fucking for over three hours and you have climaxed five times?" Dave told her and asked after he came a second time and they rested in each other's arms, drenched in sweat, exhausted and sexually spent. "No, I lost track of everything but my feelings of love for you. You have never made such wonderful passionate love to me for so long," she told him, being only partially honest. "Well, you have never been so willing and burning hot for so long," he suggested. Each morning Vickie could hardly wait for Dave to leave for work so she could spy on her neighbors. She ordered spy cameras and recorders from an online shop and gave phone sex to the men in the shop to walk her through the installation. Most importantly, she learned to hide her internet activities and erase all tracks of them. The men next door were a nearly continuous show of sexual promiscuity. She marveled at their sexual drive and stamina. After watching them fuck and suck each other for four days, she finally got up the nerve to cook them a "welcome cake" and deliver it. Conrad answered the door wearing only a silk robe. Vickie was dressed almost as if for Easter Sunday, minus the oversized hat. She had fretted for hours and changed outfits a half dozen times before settling her nerves and forcing herself put on something suitably attractive to deliver the cake. She finally settled on a spring dress, white with yellow and green flowers and her thinnest and most transparent bra and thong panty set... just to test the waters... to see what might be nibbling at the bait, so to speak. Her skimpy underwear was subtly noticeable under the thin cotton dress. "Perfect," she thought. "Hello," Conrad simply said. "Hi. I'm Vickie, your neighbor from next door. I just stopped by to welcome you to Cedar Grove... not that I am any kind of official representative or anything... oh goodness, I'm rambling. I don't know why I'm so nervous. Please, take this cake as a welcome present," she managed to get out. "Why thank you, Vickie. What a pleasant surprise," he told her, "I'm Conrad. Come in and meet Jason." "Oh, I shouldn't. You don't look like you were expecting company. I don't want to interrupt..." she was saying. "We insist," Conrad said, as if Jason was there with him and in full agreement. "I'll put on some coffee and we will share a piece of your lovely cake with you. You are gorgeous, Neighbor, and this was so sweet of you." Vickie forced her eyes away from the protrusion pushing against Conrad's thin robe. Even though she had seen his fat cock numerous times peeking at the couple having sex, its presence pushing out on the robe in front of her and the distinct outline of the rim of the fat head made her pussy sweat. She felt slightly faint, overcooked and unsteady on her high heels as Conrad took her by the hand and led her to the dining room table. She immediately noticed the soft feminine feeling of Conrad's grasp. It felt so different and strangely welcomed. It contrasted sharply from the way her husband held her hand with such masculine power. She knew in that moment she wanted Conrad. She wanted to experience a more feminine male lover with a thick hard dick and a soft caring touch and kiss. She loved the slight lisp and the almost childlike way he pronounced his words. And, he was so fucking cute! He even prissed a little when he walked. Every little detail of his gayness turned her on more to him. Vickie was wet and dizzy with arousal as Conrad seated her at the dining room table. When he asked her to wait while he fetched Jason, she asked, "Could I use you restroom?" Her need to touch her clit again was urgent. She hungered to send the waves of pleasure through her body, and too, she didn't want the men to see the lusty desire she felt sure was written all over her face. She needed some privacy to reclaim her composure. She sat back on the elaborate woolen thickly-padded commode seat cover, closed her eyes and rubbed her excited clit. It felt so wonderful she just sank into the joy of her arousal and toyed with her clit for long dreamy moments. Finally she forced herself to stop and rejoin Conrad and meet Jason. Even then, she wondering if her clit was so extended it was poking out and visible against her dress. "Silly notion," her aroused mind finally decided, but only after she looked to see for sure. Jason wore a pair of shorts and a sleeveless fishnet top over a body to die for. His hairy chest and dark tan accented high angular cheek bones and a strong square jaw. Vickie wondered if she had seen him before, maybe in TV commercials or in magazines. He was a chiseled epitome of handsome manhood. Her heartbeat raced faster when she saw his athletic six foot frame standing in front of her, even before he smiled. His smile flew through her optic nerves and seared the rest of her visual nerve endings, the ones Conrad hadn't burned out already. "Oh fuck," she thought, "I am glad and sick to my stomach at the same they are both gay. I would cheat on Dave in a heartbeat with them." Jason stepped over after Conrad's introduction and hugged Vickie. He hugged her like she had never been hugged. She felt the depth of his physical strength as well as his affection and warmth. There was an instant animalistic attraction to him... almost as if they had been intimate lovers forever, a magnetism that shocked Vickie's inner self it felt so powerful. Her mind was awash with sexual attraction and desire for both of the gay men, but much more so to Jason. "Oh god, I'm so embarrassed," Vickie muttered when she looked down at her breasts after hugging Jason. Through the thin bra and her flowery sun dress, her nipples were visible, rock hard, aching and stuck out in undeniable excitement for both men to see. "Don't be," Jason told her. "I have the same kind of feelings about you," he added and deliberately glanced down at the tent his hard dick pushed out in his shorts. "Oh, I see," Vickie managed to say, and then asked, "But, I thought you were gay; aren't you?" "We like to think of ourselves as unisexual. If it wants to have sex with us, we probably want to have sex with it too," Jason told her with a charmingly playful grin that hinted at a mischievous quality inside. "Oh my, I better go now. Welcome to the community. I was so nice to meet you," Vickie said as she turned and almost sprinted toward the door in utter mental retreat and total physical arousal. "We know you have been watching us," Jason called out to her, "You don't need to hide anymore. We don't bite unless invited to." Vickie stripped naked and stood in the cool, almost cold water of the shower to collect her thoughts and get control of her mind and again. "What the fuck am I doing getting so turned on to two gay men... unisexual or whatever. This is just crazy. Oh fuck, if Dave ever found out how turned on to them I really am, he would divorce me," she thought and chided herself for letting her sexual desires run amuck so. She didn't dare look their way for the next few days. She wanted to badly, but forced herself to spend her free time watching bi-sexual videos on the internet. Her latent desire for bisexual men flamed up and consumed her. She masturbated until her clit hurt to be touched and came dozens of times as she stared at men loving on each other and having passionate sex. Most of all she lusted after the lavish amounts of cum they shared with each other. "Why do I crave having cum all over me, tasting it and sharing it with gay men?" she wondered time after time. "Oh god, I am so sick for loving this," she thought in the aftermath of each fevered intense orgasm, but the lust and desire came back anyway, stronger and more determined each time until she had to have more, to see hot horny men doing each other again and again. She loved the way they cherished each other's cum, drank it and kissed with mouthfuls of it. She longed, even craved, to kiss the men with their mouths full of cum and to be with them, to share the heat of their passion for each other. Vickie couldn't help herself. She began to watch her neighbors again, and the men noticed her. They waved to her with friendly acceptance of her presence in spite of there being no verbal or other contact since their one brief meeting. The men made a show of fucking each other, making out and sucking each other's dicks in plain view of Vickie's windows during the day when Dave was away. Vickie finally quit hiding her voyeuristic activities and let them see her watching. Three weeks into her lust-filled observations, she masturbated naked for them standing in front of a window as Jason fucked Conrad's ass. They threw her kisses when they all three had climaxed. Afterward, Vickie fell into bed and cried from the shame of her desires. It was cheating on Dave and she knew it, but was helpless to stop. Her desire to watch men make love controlled her sexual appetite and she needed it more than food. Pounds fell off her body and she forced herself to eat more and more in the battle to maintain her weight. Dave was the beneficiary of the most wonderful wild exciting sex he could imagine, even if much of the time Vickie's mind was on one of her deliciously sexy neighbors. Dave didn't know, he couldn't know because Vickie fucked him with more sincere passion that he had ever dreamed was possible. He sang in the shower in the morning and never left work late a single time. He rushed home every day craving more of the sexual joy he got from Vickie each evening. A month after Conrad and Jason moved in, Dave had to attend a trade show and the same week Conrad had to attend a family funeral. The knock came at Vickie's door at just past eleven a.m. the day both Dave and Jason left town. Conrad stood at the door holding flowers and a bottle of wine. "I was hoping, since our men were called away on duty, we could have lunch or dinner together," he told her and followed his words with a warm caring smile. "Oh, wow," Vickie responded, caught off guard my both his presence and his request. As her mind struggled to consider the serious, even dire consequences, she felt her juices began to flow and heard her voice say, "Okay, sure, I would love to. Where did you have in mind?" "Either here, at our house, or we can drive to the city, whatever you would prefer, Vickie," Conrad told her as he extended his hand with the huge bouquet of flowers. "Let me put these in some water," Vickie told him. Even as she walked into the kitchen she knew they were not going anywhere. "What are you hungry for... oh, fuck that," she said as she dropped the flowers on the breakfast island. She turned and their lips pressed together as second later as the spear of his hard cock pushed against her belly. "Shouldn't we do something first?" Conrad asked as they lustily kissed and their hands explored the other's body. "No... we can do whatever we want later. Right now I want you to come in my mouth so bad I can taste it already," Vickie answered with unrestrained lust in her voice. She dropped to her knees and sucked Conrad's fat cock continuously until it exploded in her mouth and then she kissed him with her mouth overflowing with hot cum. It was even better than her fantasies of sucking his dick and kissing him with his cum in her mouth. They stumbled into the bedroom kissing and undressing with cum running down both their faces. "I have never been with a woman before," Conrad managed to admit amongst the flying articles of clothing and more kissing. "I don't care," Vickie told him as she threw off the last stitch of her clothing. "Don't worry about it. Let's just make up for lost time," she added. She fucked Conrad through three mutual orgasms using her pussy and ass, and she had several more before the torrid fever they felt for each other subsided enough to allow them to snuggle and rest. "Oh fuck, Conrad, that was beyond wonderful," she exclaimed. "It was for me too, Vickie. Do you like Vickie or Vic best?" he asked. "I don't care, Love; whatever you like. Oh fuck, that was just unreal," she told him again. After they snuggled for awhile, Conrad asked, "Want me to cook something for you, Girlfriend?" "Let's do it together, naked as hell," Vickie suggested with an excited giggle. "Okay," Conrad told her with a big happy grin, "God, I just love your body. I wish I had it." "I'm sure glad you don't," Vickie assured him, "I love your wonderful body, your gentle touch and how your fat cock feels inside me," Vickie shared. Even as she said the words, a wave of guilt came over her. The realization of what she had just done to her marriage flooded her mind. With no further warning, tears burst out of her eyes and flooded her face like a faucet. "Oh, Honey, don't cry. Did I hurt you? Oh god no... I didn't mean to..." Conrad told her and pulled her to him. He consoled her with more genuine sympathy than Vickie could remember feeling from anyone. "No... it's not you... nothing you did. It is just that I have never cheated on Dave before," she sobbed to him. "Oh, Baby Girl, I didn't know. It is just that I found you so attractive. I am so sorry. I would never have hurt you like this on purpose," Conrad explained. "I know you wouldn't. I'll get control of this somehow. It is just that I am so torn between my sexual desire for you and my vision of myself as a faithful and committed wife. I don't know who I am right now, or what I want anymore," Vickie managed to share. "Let me get you a drink, and let's talk it over, Love. Would you like that?" Conrad suggested and asked. They talked all night and made love again and again. They sunbathed nude in the back yard and cooked meals. Conrad never left Vickie's house until a mission of necessity confronted them just before Dave's and Jason's return. His extra girth stretched both Vickie's pussy and ass to the point she was sure Dave would notice. "What am I going to do about being so stretched?" she asked, and fretted, "He will know for sure I have been a total cheating slut when he fucks me again." "Been there; done that, Sister. We need to make a road trip and get you a big fat dildo as a scapegoat," Conrad told her. "Oh god, I love you for that," Vickie told him. As she heard her words, she realized she did love Conrad. He was so different than Dave, so loving and tender, so attentive and affectionate with her. He painted her toenails and gave her a pedicure and manicure daily, doted over her and waited on her hand and foot. It wasn't the same type of love as what she felt for her husband, but it was real and strong nevertheless. Vickie leaned in and kissed Conrad with a newfound sense of commitment to him and their relationship. He returned the kiss with a loving softness that melted her heart even more. The dildo trick worked and Dave was never the wiser to Vickie's five days of passionate indiscretion with Conrad. To the contrary, he actually enjoyed the stretch of her pussy. He could fuck her much longer without climaxing from the cum-sucking tightness as it was before. A full week passed with Dave back home and Conrad stopping in during the day to talk and for a few quickies. It was always to borrow eggs, flour, salad dressing or something he used as an excuse before Jason wised-up to what was really happening. Jason burst thought he back door and caught Conrad eating Vickie's pussy on the breakfast island. "Go home; now!" he ordered. Conrad scurried to get away from his dominant partner and begged. "Please, don't be mad, Love. Oh god, we are really just good friends, Jason," he said in hopeless explanation as he left. "How do you want it?" Jason said to Vickie. She thought for a minute as he looked over her naked body with lust filled eyes, and she said, "Like you do Conrad." Without another word he pulled her to the carpeted floor in the great room, flipped her over onto her stomach and stripped himself naked. "Lube?" he asked. "Yes, in my purse," she told him. He fucked her like a dog in her ass until she sprayed cum for him and promised to be his obedient bitch whenever he wanted. His dominant aggression lit a new fire in Vickie's inner being and she surrendered her heart and soul to Jason over the next few hours. Jason fucked Vickie all over the house. In her husband's bed as he fucked her ass, Jason made her admit again and again she loved being his personal slut. "You're my bitch now aren't you?" he asked, demanded she tell him. "Yes, you have all of me, Lover," she admitted. "You love it that I am fucking you in your husband's bed, don't you?" he pushed her. "Yes, here or anywhere else you want me. No lover has ever made me feel this way," she confessed. He ate her pussy like nobody ever had and she willingly let him fuck her mouth and throat, humping her face like a pussy. He was a male animal in total lust and she a wild thing in heat. His strength and sexual drive controlled her mind and body and Vickie reached a state of sexual nirvana unlike anything she had ever known. Only when the phone rang with Dave's call to the house announcing his upcoming arrival did Jason let Vickie take her sweating flushed-red body to the shower and make herself presentable for her husband's return. She didn't bother to dress after her shower, only slipped into a short transparent babydoll and greeted her husband with a sexy smile and the lights turned down very low. "Been playing with your dildo again and all ready for me?" he asked. "How did you guess?" Vickie asked as she unzipped his pants and sucked his cock with joyous determination until it unloaded in her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his cum for as long as she dared without making it look obscene. "Oh Baby, I love you so much," she told him after she swallowed the delightful mouthful. After a candlelight dinner they fucked until Dave got off again. Vickie spayed cum on his belly as she rode him from on top. As she lay sleeping next to him, Vickie was still aroused. She masturbated thinking about her neighbors, one then the other. She craved more with each of them, especially Jason. The thoughts of what he had done with her brought her to multiple orgasms before she fell asleep in a wash of sexual satisfaction. It excited her to no end to lie naked and spread-eagle next to her sleeping husband while masturbating and thinking of her neighbors watching her. The next day, Vickie watched Jason and Conrad again making love in the back yard. She openly masturbated in the window for them three times. The following day, Vickie walked through the open gate between the two gardens as naked as the day she was born and boldly sat in a patio chair nearby. She masturbated for them to see as Conrad fucked Jason's mouth. When he came, Vickie walked over and kissed Jason and they shared their mutual lover's cum. Still kissing her, Jason lifted Vickie up and lowered her onto his dick standing in the garden. Only after she climaxed on his dick and clung to him resting in his strong arms did Jason order Conrad, "Fuck her ass while I fuck her pussy if you can get hard again." Conrad stroked his dick watching the two of them fuck and it only took a half a minute for him to get fully erect. He kissed Vickie's back and held her beautiful firm tits in his hands as he pushed his greased dick slowly into her ass. "Oh god... oh god..." she muttered again and again as they double fucked her. It continued through two of her squirting climaxes as they double penetrated her in the garden before Jason took her to the bedroom for more, much more. Days of sexual pleasure became weeks and Vickie was powerless and unwilling to refuse any request made of her by her husband or her two lovers. She fucked them all with equal caring, even loving affection. She thrived on the joyous sex and love she felt from each and all of them. Conrad was her soul mate, her dearest friend. Jason her dominant Master, making her do the things she craved but could never do unless ordered and forced to press past her natural reluctance. Dave was the love of her life, the wonderful provider, lover and devoted husband. It was all wonderfully satisfying, but something about Jason always came to her in her fantasies when she masturbated. He was the one she always thought of when pushing herself to come. Whenever she heard Jason's shrill whistle demanding her presence, Vickie willingly disrobed and walked through the garden to join her lovers. Jason made a game of never letting her wear clothes when she came to them and it never failed to make Vickie wet being force to come to him as a naked and willingly obedient sexual slave. On some days Jason made her watch Conrad and him making love while she masturbated. It was almost like a reward day. She loved almost more than anything to watch them make wild passionate and very physical love. Other days it might be either of them taking her to a private part of the two adjoining properties to fuck her much of the day. She never new what to expect and didn't care. The variety and her lack of having a choice both fueled her excitement and increased her aroused anticipation. Some days they took turns fucking her one after the other again and again for hours. Other times they positioned her between them and both men fucked her at the same time and with endless creativity. Those double- penetration days were the most intense and they used Vickie's hot willing body in every conceivable way. At times the intensity of what they did with her left her barely able to walk and to make it back home in time to recover for her husband's arrival. The sexual pleasure she felt from the combination of her lovers was complete and total. They thrived on the seemingly endless variety of each other's needs and desires and used each other in heated lusty passion until she drained them completely of their desire and their supply of cum each day. Vickie enjoyed some form of sexual activity with at least one of her lovers almost every weekday. Vickie lived in her divided world, one foot in each, and thrived on her passionate relationship with the three loving men in her life for almost two years. One day it suddenly and abruptly ended. She cried uncontrollably when the news of the car crash came. Jason and Conrad were killed instantly and it left a gaping, bleeding hole in her heart for months. Time cures almost all losses eventually, and so it did with Vickie, but she shed a barrel full of tears along the way. Five months after their tragic deaths and after she made herself come for the second time that day, she turned off the movie she had been watching of her former lovers. Something clicked in her mind. With a newfound sense of determination, she put on her makeup and slipped a skimpy black cocktail dress over her garter- and-stocking-clad and otherwise naked body. She looked herself over in the mirror and when satisfied with what she saw, she drove to the most notorious gay bar in the city. After reading the bartender's name tag, she asked, "Are any of these men unisexual, Todd?" He looked up and down the luscious vision before him several times. "Do you mean bi-sexual, Hon?" he asked with a playful grin that instantly reminded her of Jason. "Okay, bi-sexual then," she agreed. "I am," he told her. "Got any friends like you?" she asked, and added, "Ones you really like and play with?" "Are you asking for yourself?" he questioned. "Yes," she simply replied, but gave him an inviting smile. "As a matter of fact, I do," he told her, and asked, "But, what about that wedding ring you are wearing?" "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I do plenty to keep him happy. Trust me about that, Sweetie." "I can only imagine you do," he commented and asked, "When and where?" "I live just past the old general store in Cedar Grove. You can come any weekday you have off," she revealed, "but, I will only play if there are two of you, always at least two. Sometimes I just like to watch men making love." "Damn, I has this feeling today was going to be special," he shared, "I don't think I have ever see a woman as attractive as you in here, and certainly not one so openly committed to what she wants." "It took me awhile to sort out things, to accept my sexual desires and reconcile them with my values. But, I finally did get it worked out to my satisfaction," she told him, and then, "Here is my cell number. Call me a day or so before you want to come by." She gave him a sexy warm smile, turned and walked away. Vickie felt his eyes drinking in her catlike graceful gate and the swaying movement of her ass as she left him staring. "I am feeling like the luckiest man in the world right now," he called out as she reached the door. She turned, winked and threw Todd a kiss at the doorway. "See you soon," she said. 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