Upstairs Downstairs

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This is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead is purely coincidental.

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A long time ago, like the early to mid-seventies, people of a mind could be more adventurous. The biggest problem with unprotected sex was an array of STI that could be treated fairly easily. The scourge of HIV/AIDS was just around the corner.

We had been living together for the last two years of college and married for two more. Out of college and settling into the world of a real job and the routine of domestic life. We did the conventional thing and got married.

While living together our separate past sexual histories were explored. In depth. Living together in college soon resulted in parties that lasted from Thursday evening to Sunday night. Robin became fascinated by my years of bi-sexual encounters. Ditto for her exhibitionist tendencies and multi-partner exploits.

Neither of us realized immediately that swapping tales of previous sexual endeavors was a massive turn on. Rather than being a source of jealousy or embarrassment or shame, the resulting sex was always hotter. I was going to use the word "escapades" but some of the sexual encounters were embarrassing, awkward or just turned out poorly. Nonetheless, we told the good the bad and the ugly; learning something about each other along the way.

My wife was hooked on Penthouse Letters and frequently read them out loud to me. In college, she would read these letters aloud to a gathering of 18 or 20 women in the student lounge. It was quite a sight.

Robin, to say the least, was adventurous when it came to sex. To be real, it's what brought us together. But those stories are for another time. Did she know my history of enjoying the company of other men? I told her everything. Everything. Did I know she enjoyed the company of other women? Of course. I had opportunity to watch and participate a time or three. Was I jealous? Did I think I might lose her to one of her sexual partners? Yes. I'd thought of that. But I also knew if I refused to allow her explorations it would stifle our relationship. She would resent me and it would end badly. So, I embraced her adventurous activities and reignited a few of my own.

We lived in a garden apartment complex in the suburbs near New Hope, Pennsylvania. Our jobs were less than thirty minutes away and our evenings relatively uncomplicated. Neither of us had yet risen to positions of responsibility that required late nights in the office or paper work to bring home.

Now with some spending money we did not have in college, we splurged each week on a dinner out and frequented a couple of bars in the area with a dance floor and good music. We even got daring and hit a real dance club or a stage show in the city three or four times a year.

The apartment complex was a sociable place. Management threw a barbeque pool party every Friday in the summer. We had several other young couples to hang out with. We went to dinner or drank by the pool. Occasionally, well, more than occasionally, the guys would swap admiring looks at each other's wives. Even talked about our sex lives when the women were in the pool. Where, we learned later, they talked about their sex lives as well. And of course I was also looking over the guys. I kept hoping a couple gay guys would be in the complex, other than Sean. If they were, I never found them. So, I settled for checking out the single guys and the young husbands. Some wore nice tight swim suits of the era and I appreciated the outline of their package. The wet fabric clung to their fresh ass. It was an era of free love (or freer love) and sexual awakening in society.

Our downstairs neighbor, Sean, was gay, and a player. He had a steady parade of hook ups each weekend. Rarely did we see the same person twice. This was an era when many homosexuals either stayed in the closet, struggled with their sexuality or navigated the sometimes obtuse gay social scene. Sean was a couple years older than us, but also in the stage of life adjusting to the real obligations of a 9 to 5 job. He had a Master's Degree and worked as a research physicist in a nearby corporate park. Smart as a whip, five foot six, sandy blonde hair, an athletic body, blue eyes and easy-going demeanor and totally comfortable being himself around us. He confessed to being bi-lingual. Normally he had a pleasant conversational voice with a hint of a Boston accent. When he relaxed, his speech pattern was not stereotypical, but just slightly effeminate. He allowed that it was sometimes exhausting to keep in character at work.

More than once, we lay in bed listening to the sex going on below us. Sometimes we engaged in a little game of describing in detail exactly what was going on. Sean went to school on a gymnastics scholarship so that added to the imagination. Through the floor we could hear the muffled but distinct phrases of things like, "fuck me harder you little bitch." And "eat the cum you slut cocksucker."

Sometimes we coordinated with the sounds below. The sex was very hot.

Over the Summer, Sean would invite us to dinner occasionally and we reciprocated. His plus one was always gorgeous. His friends and lovers were genuinely surprised that A) Sean would accept a dinner invite with a straight couple and B) The hetero couple appeared unaffected that the couple across from them were male lovers. Little did they know.

At one gathering, Sean leaned over to kiss his date and the guy recoiled. He was embarrassed that Sean would make an overt display in front of us. Different time.

We became very friendly with Sean. Occasionally he marveled that we were so accepting that he was gay and his player life style.

One Monday afternoon Sean was up for after work drinks and broached the topic of evening noises.

"You guys were home Saturday night weren't you." It was a statement. Not a question.

We continued making a second round of drinks and just nodded.

"Look, I'm really sorry if the, ahem, 'festivities' Saturday night got a little loud."

We exchanged glances. "Not at all," we responded in unison. Then laughed.

I handed Sean his drink, locked eyes with him, "We enjoyed it very much."

Sean took the drink, dropped is head, "Geez. I'm sorry."

Nervous laughter again. "Don't be Sean. We were right there following along. It was very erotic!"

That evening was the turning point in our upstairs, downstairs relationship.

*.*.*.*.*.*

Over the next few months, dinner or after work drink sessions the talk turned to sex. The first couple of times it was one of us making a poor attempt at a play on words or double meaning of something someone said. He shared something of his sexual journey. Even something about his preferences in men and sex. We shared a little at a time. Mostly Robin opened up about her experiences and urges. I contributed as well, but not in as much detail.

Robin and I marveled that we were so willing to share with our neighbor so many details about our sex life. Then probably made enough noise Sean could follow along downstairs.

When we had parties, we invited him and his current playmate to join.

When he had parties, it was a different story. He invited us to the first party in an awkward way of apologizing for the expected noise. A few days before the weekend he came up stairs and made a personal explanation by way of an invitation.

"I have no idea how many people will show up. It could be between eight or twenty. They'll be music playing, people dancing, smoking, drinks and food. So, if you would like to join, come on down."

We were more than game. Being around gay folks was no big deal for either of us. Having been involved with theater for years, which seems a safe haven for the gay community, being around gay, trans and queer people was never an issue. Robin had several gay girlfriends. One of them slept on our couch for a couple months and the two of them occasionally relieved their tensions. A few times I was invited into the fun. If not, I was later treated to a move by move description of the evening (or afternoon's) activities. Robin was an English major and had a marvelous descriptive ability.

The reverse happened when one of our theater major friends got ejected from his off-campus house and slept on our couch for a few weeks. He was five nine with dark hair. He had a swim team scholarship and the body to go with it. He left the bathroom door open one day. I saw him step out of the shower. Wet, naked, smooth and, oh, that body. He just stood there, towel behind his back. His cock half erect. I took a step toward him and his smile said everything. I was very comfortable kneeling on the bathroom carpet taking him in. Next night we gave in to our mutual attraction after diner and drinks; much to the fascination of Robin.

Robin knew of my exploits at the first school before transferring to the university in Pennsylvania where we met. Frequently she would encourage me to open up with more and more detail. But this night was the first time she would witness me taking a cock in my ass or give a blow job. She was riveted. She sat on a plush chair fingering herself watching the action. She couldn't take it any longer and while he slid his perfect cock in and out of my ass missionary style Robin kneeled on the bed and serviced my dick. When I came in her mouth, he exploded in my ass. Cum dripping from the sides of her mouth she rose and kissed him full on, forcing my cum into him. It was the hottest thing I had seen up to then.

*.*.*.*.*.*

Sean's parties were fun events. Some folks came as couples and typically an equal number arrived as singles. At one of Sean's parties there were several women friends mixed in. During one party, Robin became the point of interest for a very attractive woman dressed in a light weight, loose fitting black satin blouse with a neck line down to Venezuela. Meanwhile yet another of the partiers took an interest in me. More than just the general chit chat over drinks and food.

Where were these guys in high school when I needed them? The story of discovering I'm comfortable and attracted to both sexes is for another time.

Back in those days I was too easily flattered by the overtures from another guy. But I was married and really had no interest in an affair. I was still very much bi but in a marriage. Albeit it a marriage with certain flexibility. Robin and I talked openly about the value of "recreational sex." It had to be discussed and there were some ground rules. One of which was, "no spur of the moment hook ups." The term 'hotwife' was yet to be invented.

I thought about that as Robin followed the Venezuelan neck line to the bed room.

"If I'm not back in thirty, send a search party," she grinned, drink in hand.

A moment later I felt a warm hand on my back then a muscular arm wrapped around my waist. It was Sean. I loved the way he touched me from the start. The way he greeted me with a hug that was warm, inviting and lingered. When he wanted to be, he was smoldering.

"You OK?' he asked nodding to the closing bedroom door.

"Yea, I'm good," I began, "you know how open we are. Just that we agreed to no on the spot hook ups. We need to involve the other."

"Involve the other? Like always a threesome or swapping?" he asked. His head tilted to one side in curiosity.

"No, no," I sort of stammered at that. "We need to talk over who the other is and what the limits are - if any."

"Oh, so you're good with this?" Sean smiled sheepishly, slipped his hand in mine and said, "Then we can use the room next?"

This good-natured flirtation was beginning to be part of our friendship. Over the months getting to know each other we became more comfortable sharing our views on sex. He knew a bit of our individual histories and he shared his journey of sexual awakening and preferences. Sean learned I was open to a lot of things.

I smiled, slid my hand down to his very tight ass and gave it a firm squeeze. In that moment he was accosted by a new arrival. He threw his arms around Sean and positively gushed over him.

"Sean, you beast, it's been soooo long, you look fabulous!" In theater his actions might be referred to as being "too big."

Sean winked at me and went to the kitchen to fix the new comer with a drink.

I took a stroll out to the covered deck, nodded to a couple of folks then circled back to the kitchen for another vodka tonic. All the time wondering how Robin was doing.

A pair of familiar hands arms wrapped around my waist. A hand slid down and ventured into my crotch and firmly gripped my cock.

"How about a blow job big boy?" It was Robin. "Hey, this is Chris." She introduced me to Ms Venezuela.

Chris kissed me lightly on both cheeks as they do in France and Italy.

"Do I need to freshen anyone's drinks?" was me trying to be casual.

"Absolutely," replied Chris. "I really enjoyed getting to know your wife better."

There was a wicked look between them and back to me. Both winked at me at the same time. I was getting a hard on.

*.*.*.*.*.*

After the party that night, true to our agreements, Robin lay on the bed and, between sucking my nipples and riding cowgirl, gave me a detailed and highly graphic description of what transpired with Chris in Sean's bedroom. They were only gone about twenty minutes but managed to pack in a lot of adventurous fun. We really enjoy swapping our recreational sex stories.

"Well, while you were off exploring new ground, Sean was flirting with me again and suggested that he and I could use the bedroom when you two were done. I also got hit on by one of his friends."

"You're so sexy. No wonder you get hit on," Robin smiled, nibbled on my ear and gently stroked my dick. "So, have you ever been tempted by Sean's flirtations? It's been a while since you have gone that route."

"I appreciate your concern for my extracurricular sex life. The short answer is 'of course.' But I thought it might get awkward with a neighbor."

"Bullshit. That's a flimsy excuse. You want him to fuck you and you know it. Please, just look at the athletic body. Hell, I want to fuck him."

"Shall I start to make that happen?" I asked with a huge grin.

*.*.*.*.*.*

The following week Sean dropped by after work. We heard his routine knock, announce his arrival and climb the stairs to the apartment.

"We were just making drinks, you want?" offered Robin.

Sean wore a window pane dress shirt with his tie pulled down and well-tailored dress pants that showed off his waist line and hugged his ass.

"Sure, vodka and whatever."

We sat in the living room and talked about work. Robin stepped out from the kitchen island with the drinks. She handed one to Sean then perched on the edge of a stool by the island.

"Look," he said directly to Robin, "I want to borrow your husband for an evening."

Robin perked up in her seat. Unconsciously she placed her right hand on the opening of her business blouse, slid down and opened another button. "Well, this is going better than I expected."

Sean made a quizzical look at her then me.

"No, no, go on Sean," she said. "What do you need?"

"You can say 'no' to this if it's too weird, but I need a 'front' for Friday night. That's a male or female companion to cover me fr...."

"Yea, I'm familiar with the role," I interrupted. "Where we going... if Robin says it's OK?"

"There's a club in New Hope I frequent. I need to go to check someone out but I don't want to seem available, if you get my drift."

I went to open my mouth with a question but Robin got in first. "Of course he can go. He'll have a great time. Both of you will have a great time. All those beautiful bodies close together. I want full details when you get home. When's the 'date?' "

Both Sean and I looked at her a bit in awe. "Well, you're enthusiastic," he offered, "but I really need HIM to answer."

I took a long pull on my drink. Truth be told I was eager to go along, but wanted some limits.

"Sure, I'm game. A couple things though. No fast dances. I look like an idiot. The other is: you have to pick out my clothes. I really don't want to look like a vice cop."

Sean laughed and grinned. "Deal, I'm sure you have something that isn't too alluring. A lot of guys come straight from work, so office clothes work. And dancing? Really, you would be OK with a couple slow dances? With me?" There was an awkward finish to the question.

"Oh sure," I smirked. "I'll probably get a raging hard on though. So be warned."

It was Sean's turn to take a long pull on his drink. He looked at Robin, "How long have you known him?"

*.*.*.*.*.*

Friday arrived. Sean had approved a crisp, tight plaid, oxford cloth button down shirt with no tie and two open buttons. Sean actually watched me try on several slacks. He enjoyed himself and I enjoyed watching his face and the sex filled banter that went with it. He picked a pair of basic black pants that were a bit too tight in the ass to be comfortable. He said they would 'make a better impression.' A phrase loaded with misinterpretation.

We traveled to the club in his late model Audi convertible and chatted along the way, more like we were headed to cruise for girls than a gay date. Of course he looked great. He was dressed like the best model Gentlemen's Quarterly could find. His disco shirt opened to the fourth button. A smooth and well-defined chest was evident. When he picked me up at the door, he kissed me full on the lips. I noticed a trace of eye liner and something to bring out his lips. Robin was right behind me.

"That was beautiful. Can I see that again?" she mocked us. As we walked to the car she called, "OK boys, you two have a great time. I'm going to find new batteries for my vibrator."

Sometimes she didn't care if the neighbors heard.

The club was loud and dark. And, like a Tardis, felt bigger on the inside than the outside. Sean knew everyone. A steady parade of people greeting him. Some with hugs and kisses. Most of the hugs were probably illegal in some states. He made a show of introducing me. One of them asked if he could "borrow" me for a few hours. It was flattering, but he wasn't my type.

It really was a fun evening. We sat at a round table booth with four of his friends. Conversation ranged from the stock market to edible lubricants. Our first dance was eighth grade awkward. Neither of us wanted to lead. He was a fabulous dancer. His parents made him take classes starting in fifth grade including ballroom. I yielded to him and tried to keep up.

The drinks were way better than expected. I actually knew this bar from my college days. Some of my theater department friends and I would gather here occasionally. Or the other gay club in town. The drinks were watered there. I kept scanning the room in case any of them still frequented the place.

Sean danced with a couple of guys leaving me to fend for myself. I was a new face and fresh meat. So, the "front" worked both ways. One of the guys was very forward, as was sometimes the practice back in the day. One guy in particular. Dark hair, nice build, beard, slid into the booth, ran his arm around my shoulders while the other hand went directly for my crotch and firmly cupped my dick and balls is his ample sized hand. I was aroused right away. We chatted and kissed some until Sean returned and gave me a mock lecture on being a shameless slut.

I gave it right back with a sweet smile, "Ohooo, that's what you love about me Nancy."

Long about 2 AM Sean made motions to leave. For a small guy he held his booze pretty well. I wasn't driving so I must have had two or three more drinks than him.

On the way home he put the top down. We talked about the evening and he gave me tea on who he was looking for and why. During his explanation, he slid his right hand up my thigh and massaged my leg. It was sensual in a way I had not felt in a while. I got hard and wanted more.

"You're OK with this?" he asked.

"By all means." His hand moved to my cock now straining against the fabric.

It wasn't aggressive. It was gentle and soothing. I closed my eyes, felt his hand and let the wind carry me away.

When we pulled into his parking spot, he hit the button the raise the convertible roof, turned and easily pulled down my zipper. It was so easy to let go. His mouth was warm and firm on the head of my dick, his tongue lapped the precum that had been oozed out for the last several hours. My hand reached for his crotch and he accommodated me by quickly unzipping and pulled out his cock.

My hand stroked his dick and matched his sucking. I was getting ready to come when he stopped, leaned back and closed his eyes. I continued to stroke his amazing dick. At about eight inches and beautifully proportioned, I made long, slow strokes, sometimes pausing to rub his precum into the crown. One hand gripped my shoulder and the other held the back of my head.

He pulled me down. With no hesitation I opened my mouth and let myself envelop him completely. I took in the entire eight inches. I could feel it enter my throat. He held me still for a moment, when I was released, I let my tongue wrap around the underside of his shaft. I could feel it pulse. He arched his back and came in a long rush. It filed my mouth so fast I could barely swallow. Some cum leaked out over my lips. His hips rose and throbbed and continued an intense orgasm.

We pulled apart and he gently licked the leaking cum from my lips and cheeks. We said nothing and fell back in our seats. Slumped down I could see up to my bedroom window. The light was still on.

"So do you need to come clean with Robin about this?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say. I could barely breathe. It had been what? - three years since my last encounter like this.

Sean continued, "You know? The rule? No on the spot hook ups? Talk about it first? Rules?"

Part of me didn't care at that moment. Part of me couldn't wait to tell Robin what we had done. Robin was waiting at the top of the stairs in a very nice, short, satin and lace night gown.

As I got to the top of the stairs, I gave her a sheepish grin.

"Remember how you said for us to have a good time?"

*.*.*.*.*.*

The next morning Robin asked for a full report on the previous evening. She wanted to know everything about the night club, the people, dancing, who hit on who, everything. She hung on every word and asked pointed questions about the evening. She was genuinely excited to hear and visualize every detail.

"Didn't I tell you all this last night?" I asked over breakfast.

"I want to hear again. It's making me wet just thinking about you in that situation."

She asked all sorts of questions. And when it got around to the arrival home in the parking lot, she slip her hand under her robe, lifted a leg on to the chair and began rubbing her fingers up and down her pussy.

"When was the last time you swallowed?"

"Swallowed or gave a BJ?"

"Oh God, a technicality. Either, both."

"Three years ago, for swallowing and two for the BJ."

"Three years ago? Two years? Shit, we were living together! Who would that be?"

I reminded her about a party in our apartment with a number of our college theater friends. There was a moment with too much wine and smoke when someone decided the group should have an orgy and adjourned to the bed room. There were about eight people involved. It never evolved into a full-blown, swap everybody, fuck fest but there was plenty of other activity. I had to remind Robin that she lay on the blanket chest at the foot of the bed and had three guys in a row fuck her. Then one of the girls licked her clean. It was quite a sight. Meanwhile a friend of ours challenged me to a blow job. Not like a contest but a dare. The memory of the night had few moments of clarity. But in this case, I think he wasn't sure what a bisexual was and wanted a demonstration. I remember he had a very nice looking cock.

Robin had that intense look in her eyes. She now had three fingers buried in her pussy.

"Come here and finish me," she was gasping.

"Like last night?"

"No. On your knees," She spread her legs.

The result was a thundering climax. Once that subsided, I got up, pulled her robe around her and asked, "So, you want another cup of coffee?"

"You bastard," she threatened to throw the coffee cup at me. We laughed.

*.*.*.*.*.*

Several weeks went by. We had a small party and Sean came with a "friend." A couple of our gay and lesbian friends came so it was a mixed group. People were congenial and it was a great evening. Sean had a party later that month, mostly with people from work. He shamelessly flirted with me and Robin, as well as several guests. There was always an undercurrent of sexual tension to his parties. We loved it.

One afternoon we were down stairs on his patio for after work drinks. He fired up the gas grill and started making a small dinner for the three of us. I went to the kitchen to make fresh drinks and he had no problem wrapping his arm around my waist and fondling my crotch. I wanted a repeat of the parking space moment.

"Help me plate things up and take it out," he returned to final food preparation.

The threesome meal was just neighbors enjoying each other's company. Robin had a loose after work blouse on that plainly showed she was braless. Sean's running shorts, in the style of the 70's, were very short and his tee shirt was about a size too small.

"I need to borrow your husband again," Sean said near the end of the meal.

"Oh?" Robin and I responded together.

"It's for the other club in New Hope."

"So, you need cover again to fend off your adoring public," I teased.

I looked over at Robin in time to see her bite her lower lip. "You need to ask Robin first."

"Oh, that will never due, I need you." Sean winked at me but bent over very close to Robin's face and slid his hand down her blouse to fondle her size C breast and whispered in her ear.

"When are you going to take ME on a date?" Robin asked.

Sean withdrew and thought about that for a moment.

Robin continued, "No, its fine. Take him away for the evening. Last time the sex was very hot when he got home." Her famous coy look spread across her face.

"Well, I'm glad I could provide some inspiration for the young lad."

"Or, I could call up Eileen and we could double."

Now there was an interesting proposition. A double "date." Husband and wife with gay partners.

Sean sounded genuinely interest in the idea. "Sure, make the call. I want to go this Friday."

In the ensuing days Robin contacted Eileen and explained the plan. Eileen was intrigued. Robin and Eileen hadn't been intimate for a couple years. She had moved on with a permanent partner. But she had to pass up the offer. This time Robin explained she would be very excited for that kind of adventure later in the month.

So, Friday arrived and Robin gave us the same send off. She hugged us both, squeezed both our asses and said something about her vibrator.

"Only this time when you get back, I want to watch."

We all laughed at that. In the car Sean turned to me, "She's serious you know."

*.*.*.*.*.*

The other big gay club in New Hope was a little different. A little more blue collar. A little more edgy in both the music and clientele. More leather. More bare ass cheeks. We ordered drinks and stood in a dark corner. There were lots of dark corners and all the tables were full. Both of us got asked to dance. Both of us got propositioned more than once. Unlike the first club, things here were not subtle at all. Less refined would be an understatement. In so many words the come-on was, "Hey there, I'd really like you to ream my ass, let's go to the parking lot."

I was a little overwhelmed. All my previous encounters were in dorm rooms, or apartments or private areas. This was a meat market.

"You're uncomfortable," Sean leaned in over the music and crowd noise.

"No, I'm great," I lied, "Just taking in the scenery. Some of these guys are very hot."

"Oh, which ones? I'll introduce you."

I couldn't tell if he was serious.

"I never asked. Do you have a type? What attracts you?" he persisted.

In spite of the noise, we had a philosophical conversation about physical attraction, personalities and what made us crave the attention of another. I related something an early partner told me. That it wasn't always about the physical attributes. Gender didn't matter. It was the vibe. The aura or energy the person put out that held me. And when it was reciprocated the sex was earth moving.

We finished our second drink and Sean took my hand. "Come on. I saw what I needed to see." We had been there less than ninety minutes.

On the way to the car he briefly explain his interest in seeing how two people he knew, or wanted to know were behaving. Checking them out. One in particular was of great interest. It was his turn to explain what attracted him to another. And a little about his player persona.

"I don't want or need a steady partner," he concluded. "I'm very satisfied with a new hook up every couple weeks. I even have a few 'stops'. I make a call, make a visit and have a fun evening."

"You want to hit the other club?" I asked.

"No, let's go back and have a couple drinks with Robin. I think she felt left out tonight."

On the way back he asked the right questions. I filled him in on the beginnings of my sexual journey. That was hard to explain. By the time I realized I was bi some of my college friends were simply helping relieve each other's tensions. But there wasn't a word in my vocabulary for it at the time. One of the other guys eventually came to terms with being gay. The others never saw our activities as perverted or wrong, yet we kept our activities to ourselves. By then I was deeply immersed in the college theater scene.

Sean really sat up when I progress the story to college. Especially my first year at a moderate liberal arts college in the mid-west. That's where the theater started. I did sound, lighting and set construction. Weekend parties were epic events of drugs, alcohol, loud music and sex. It was at one of those parties in a suite of three rooms with about twenty people that I fell in love with sex - with both men and women. At the same time. Three and four at a time.

Sean actually squirmed in his seat at the description of fucking a girl, taking a dick in my ass and watching her eat another while I sucked the cock of a fourth. The details of cum all over the place elicited a long moan from Sean. This is when I become hooked on eating fresh cum from a nicely fucked pussy.

"Geez, I'm hard as a rock," he pulled my hand over to rub his cock thru his pants.

We arrived back at the apartment and I suggested he come up for a drink.

"No, why don't you let Robin know we are back early and come down for drinks. Maybe smoke some and I'll make munchies," he held the back of my head and his tongue traced the outline of my lips. It was my turn to get hard.

*.*.*.*.*.*

Robin was surprised to see us back so soon and agreed to join for drinks and smoking. We slowly got stoned and lubricated it with wine. She wore her usual evening cut off, mid drift baring sweat shirt and cut off jean shorts that showed her chiseled legs very well.

"So, the club was a bore?" she inquired at some point.

Robin sat in an easy chair and Sean and I sat on opposite ends of his plush sofa.

"Sean got to see what he wanted. It was sort of a reconnaissance mission for a future hook up," I teased then passed the joint.

"Sounds like stalking," Robin quipped.

Sean beamed. "Oh no. Stalking is a much more involved activity."

"So do I get to watch this time?"

I looked at her quizzically. Not remembering her parting words earlier.

Sean remembered and slid over close to me on the couch. He crossed his legs and leaned on my shoulder.

"What do you say? The stories in the car were getting me hot." His hand slid up my thigh to my crotch. There was no point trying to hide the tent in my chinos.

"Stories?" Robin inquired. "Which stories?"

"Oh, he told me all about his earlier escapades. He was soooo naughty." Sean gushed at me as the weed took full control and planted a sensual kiss on my cheek. He repeated a graphic story of wanton sex.

"That was one of the first tales he told me. I think he was testing to see if I would run away."

Sean stroked my cock thru my pants.

"Oh, this is ridiculous," Robin slurred as she slid off the chair and steadied herself between my legs. She fumbled with my zipper then pulled off my pants and black bikini underwear in one move. Sean had his shirt off in a flash watching Robin intently. I was wrecked and a more than willing recipient of the attention.

Robin looked up at Sean as she wrapped her hand around the base of my rock-hard cock and pointed it at him.

"I've wanted to see someone suck his dick again for a long time," she said as Sean leaned closer. "This is so fucking hot."

Robin stood and shed her shorts revealing soaking wet light blue, high cut panties. I almost came right there.

Sean and Robin looked at each other. Their fingers inter laced around the base of my cock and Sean slowly wrapped his lips over the head. He backed off enough to show Robin he was licking the precum off me. My cock twitched and throbbed.

Robin slid one hand into her panties and begin rubbing herself furiously. With the other she fondled my balls and lightly ran a finger over my asshole.

Sean devoured me top to bottom over and over. I could feel every move of his tongue on my shaft. I was in fucking heaven. Sean wiggled out of his pants never missing a stroke. Once he was free, I slid my hand down his tight abs and began to stroke his cock. Robin sat on the floor stroking her pussy watching every move. A few more strokes and sucks and she climbed up on the couch and spread her legs. She ran her fingers deep in her pussy, brought them out and slid them into my mouth. She always tasted delicious. But this night even more so.

It was almost over. I held Sean's head down and told him I was about to explode. I came in a flood of spasms and emotions. Robin brought herself off at the same time. Sean swallowed hard then took the next stream, held it in his mouth and came up to kiss me, forcing cum into my mouth. Robin instantly joined.

"Fuck you, I want some of that," and she took cum from both of our mouths.

"Here comes more," Sean said. "Keep stroking. I'm about to cum."

I couldn't contain myself. Drunk and stoned and euphoric, I struggled thru the tangle of bodies on the couch and wrapped my mouth deep down on his cock just as he came.

"Look at him," Sean told Robin. "Look how your husband loves to suck me and eat my cum."

"Holy shit. That was fucking great," Robin said between gasps for air. "Holy shit. I can't wait to tell Eileen about this."

We were spent, dehydrated and starved.

Robin and I went back upstairs and all she could talk about was how hot it was to watch me suck a guy's cock again. We ravished each other into the night. Hard fucks, cum, pussy juice, lips, fingers all over.

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That night was another milestone of sorts. Like adding a chapter to the sordid stories she had coaxed out of me over the years. She would bring the evening up at odd times, like breakfast, reliving the excitement the scene caused in her.

In the next month Robin could not contain her horny side and had a couple girl's nights with Eileen and other friends. One evening she didn't come home until the next day. She shared in explicit detail what the four girls did to each other. Much to her satisfaction and her encouragement she watched me stroke to completion listening to her tale of debauchery. She joined me in a mutual masturbation session that ranked very high in our sexual score board.

Sean and I made yet another foray to one of his clubs. This time in Philadelphia. It ranked someplace below a sophisticated disco and above an overheated hook-up bar. Since he drove, I felt no limitations on alcohol consumption. We ended up in the back seat in the parking lot taking turns on a stranger from the club. It was cramped and sweaty and no one cared. On the way home he narrated the evenings events which got me hard and jerked off. As I was about to cum, he pulled off to the side and drank all my cum. We kissed passionately.

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The next week at work I was overly distracted. Robin called my office to describe the wet spot in her panties. She was afraid it would leave a stain on her office chair.

Several weeks after the infamous blow job evening, Sean invited us to dinner. He made, as usual, a fabulous meal well paired with before dinner martinis and good wine during. It was sexy casual. He wore teal green running shorts and a light, linen, blousy swashbuckler shirt. The open neck plunged halfway down his fine torso. His shorts were very short with white piping that were the style back then. It became obvious he wore nothing under them. Great minds: I wore nothing under my running shorts either.

Robin chose a white mini-skirt and one of her halter shirts with tails meant to be tied in the front. She adjusted it for maximum mid-drift and with an inviting view of her breasts. Over my shorts was an untucked denim short-sleeve work shirt. Only two buttons were fastened. When we were getting ready, Robin and I briefly shared the idea that this evening might be highly 'entertaining.'

Dinner progressed and the small talk about work faded into sex talk. First a review of people at work we would like to fuck. Robin and I revealed both men and women we thought would be fun in the sack. Sean concentrated on the men in his work life and a few film stars. There was teasing back and forth on when we would be bold enough to ask some of these people to join us for "dinner" and recreation. We were in an exceptionally good mood.

Sean looked at me, "Be a love and bring in the dessert from the kitchen."

I returned from the kitchen with two dessert plates and set them in front of Sean and Robin. Sean took the opportunity to slide his hand up my leg and gently hold my cock. It had been semi-erect most of the evening in anticipation of something. Robin took a swig of her wine. Her eyes went to my crotch, to his eyes, then to my eyes. Sean's fingers gently rolled my dick around then my balls and my cock responded.

Robin, the glass still to her lips, slid her hand up her leg under her skirt. The move completely revealed she wore no panties. Sean's dining table had a glass top and we were both treated to a view of Robin working her fingers into her pussy.

"Here let me improve the view boys." She moved the placemat and a dish to make the sight through the table complete.

Her fingers slowly manipulating the folds of her pussy and two fingers disappearing into her vagina. Sean's hand on my dick brought me back. I looked down just in time to see him pull it out from under the shorts and take the head in his mouth.

Robin and I both gasped at the same time. Sean looked up and asked, "This what you want to see Robin?"

He turned me toward him. The alignment was perfect. Standing next to Sean at his dining room table, my hard cock was just at the right height. I felt a hand firmly grip my ass cheek. The other softly began sliding up and down my shaft. Lifting the hem of my running shorts, he leaned over and wrapped his tongue around my hard cock.

Robin leaned back in her chair, mesmerized at the sight. She was about to cum. I recognized the signs. Her face flushed and she pulled two fingers out of her pussy. They were coated with glistening juices. Slowly she licked each finger, cleaning her juices, only to slide them back to her waiting pussy lips.

The scene was too much and I was very close. Sean felt me throbbing, slapped my ass and released my dick.

"Not yet bitch." He shifted to a classic, dominant, if not playful, gay voice. He rose and headed for the bed room beckoning us both, complete with a limp wrist put on. "Come my children, its play time."

Sean's bedroom was stark contrasts of white covers, black drapes and blood red pillows. Candles were already burning and placed to give just enough light and shadow to raise the sexual tension in the room.

Sean quickly climbed on the king size four poster. It barely fit in the apartment bedroom. He knelt expectantly as Robin took up a position at the foot of the bed. She made a show of untying her mid-drift halter and letting it hang open revealing the excellent curves between her C size cups. Her mini-skirt rode up above her thighs as she spread her legs to finger herself with one hand and the other to pinched a nipple.

I climbed up from the other side. Sean motioned me over, undid the two buttons on the shirt and pulled it down behind my shoulders. He used the fabric to pull me close and kissed me. Once gently on the lips. He looked at Robin, then slid his hand down and gently rubbed my right nipple. God, it felt so fucking good. I looked at Robin and her broad grin.

"This is fucking great," she finally broke the silence. Sean moved closer and kissed me again, long, with a deep tongue. It was exquisite and I kissed him back. I slid my hand down between his legs fumbling for the edge of his shorts. He did the same to me latching his mouth on my left nipple, sucked on it, then sucking hard. Robin knew what that did to me. I stopped breathing. My head fell back and I was ready to explode.

Simultaneously Sean and I pulled off our shorts. His hairless body was a wet dream. We pressed out naked bodies together. My cock pressed against his smooth, shaved balls.

Sean was a master in the bedroom. He rolled over to Robin, took her hand out of her pussy and offered it to me. I eagerly licked it clean. He was orchestrating the night.

I moved with him as we lay full length on the bed. Hands in constant motion. Robin watching every move. She slid around to the side for a better view.

"Robin," Sean commanded, "Bottom drawer of the night stand. Hand cuffs."

Robin squealed with delight and fumbled around in Sean's toy drawer. She produced a fine looking black and red leather manacle. Without prompting, she grabbed Sean's arm and buckled the manacle to his wrist.

"No, not me. Him!" Sean protested.

Robin was into it. "Silence slave. We add another manacle for each complaint. Maybe leg spreaders! Oh, look babe, silk ropes!" She was gleeful. On each of the four posts was a length of fine black silk rope complete with red tassels. Robin quickly threaded a rope thru the manacle, pulled it up tight stretching his right arm above his head.

Sean was now stretched out attached to the bed. His glorious sexy body was so inviting. For anything I could imagine.

I knelt next to him, Robin on the other side watching. "You wanted to see this again too, right?" he said to Robin. With his free hand he guided my face toward his waiting erection. I didn't need much guidance. His member was beautiful. Perfectly shaped, shaved and dripping. I first licked the tip from under the foreskin ridge cleaning pre-cum. Then I fondled each of his balls while running my tongue down the underside of his cock.

"Your husband is a cock sucking slut."

Robin could barely nod her head. He reached down, found my hand and pushed my fingers toward the heated wetness of her mound. She moaned and moved hard against my hand. I was in fucking heaven. I glanced over at Robin and enjoyed how she squirmed but her eyes never left the scene of my mouth around Sean's gorgeous cock.

I slowed down the stroking with my mouth. I wanted him to last. I wanted it to last. I could feel Robin moving around. Soon there were hands on my ass and hips. She rolled me to the side and wrapped her mouth around my throbbing cock. My head was on fire with desire.

"That's it, my little bitch, suck my dick while your wife sucks yours! It's every cocksucker's dream come true."

I couldn't delay any longer. I wanted to cum and I wanted to drink his cum. I sank my hands into his ass cheeks and probed his tight rose. It was his turn to gasp for air.

Robin leaned back and surveyed our naked bodies, "Oh my God, you two are beautiful." She left my cock to throb on its own.

Sean was hairless from neck to balls, while I had a center line of hair from my chest to just above my cock. I had trimmed my pubic hair back very tight but I didn't yet have the courage to do a razor job on my balls. Yet.

"Finish me." Sean held my head down to his hairless cock. Eight inches of beauty that I retuned to my greedy mouth.

I applied every technique of lips, teeth and tongue I could remember. Either what had been done to me or I had done to others. I rolled his balls in one hand and pinched his nipples with the other.

My lips were like a suction cup at the base of his cock. His crown at the back of my throat. I moved just enough to make eye contact with Robin. She was right there on the bed, inches away, focused on my mouth.

I felt Sean arch his back and groan. "Robin! How do you want to see this?"

"I want to see it spurt. I want to see a white stream land in his mouth! Please do it!" There was a playful excitement to her voice.

I backed away from his cock and stroked it top to bottom a few inches from my eager open mouth.

"Stroke now! Stroke harder!" Sean commanded.

I stroked him trying to aim for my mouth, but when he surged, the first rope went wild. Some hit my mouth but much of it made a patten up one cheek, cross my nose and down to my chin.

"That's so fucking hot!" Robin was euphoric pinching her nipples. "I want some too."

I moved in, seizing his cock to take his second load. He flooded my mouth. It was warm and thick. Before he ended in my mouth as mutual lovers. This time he was aggressive. Fingers dug into my scalp and a series of throbbing quakes in my mouth signaled the arrival of a third load of cum. The rapid thrusting, the taste and the smell overwhelmed me.

I opened my eyes and found my dear wife hypnotized at the action, licking her lips. I needed air and slid back from Sean to take a huge breath.

There was no subtlety. Robin grabbed me by the neck and kissed and licked me. She licked all the cum off my face and dug into my mouth for the last of Sean's cum. It was a mind-blowing kiss. Another man's cum swirled between us. Her hand held my cock very hard. It oozed cum.

Sean lay there with his eyes closed breathing hard. "That was excellent. And watching you two? Wow."

Robin wiggled out of her mini skirt but left the halter top hanging open. Curled up next to Sean, she ran a finger under his deflated cock to get the last of the cum. She smeared it on Sean's nipple and licked it off. Very slowly. She made a sucking sound as his nipple stretched into her mouth.

Her left hand slid down his flat stomach to his cock. She teased his nipples and flipped his cock back and forth. I was captivated by the sight of her wonderful sexy body leaning over a man I had just sucked off. She clearly was enjoying his body as much as I was.

She held his cock upright, turned to me a said, "Make him hard again."

Didn't need to tell me twice. I used my best, sexy technique to coax his cock to life. A little hand stroking. Light nibbles on the balls. Tongue flicking his tip. My cock was still very hard and I had yet to cum. I mean a full blown climax cum. My task here was to awaken the beautiful cock of my downstairs neighbor.

Robin trailed her talented fingers up and down Sean's body. He squirmed and tried to pull away from the one manacle that stretched his body to the top of the bed. I felt a hand under my chin. It was my wife. She lifted me away from his cock, grinned and kissed me so lightly. Then she went down on Sean's cock.

"Oh, hummnnn ah." was all that came out of Sean's mouth.

With Robin now giving Sean another blow job, I shifted to his face. "You having a good time?" I asked.

"This is killing me. We wasted a lot of time not knowing we could do this."

I kissed him with a very sexy, erotic kiss. "My wife is giving you a blow job. Ever have a woman blowjob?"

His head snapped back and he moaned again. I knew that look. "She's very talented, isn't she?"

"This. Fuck. This is too..." He trailed off. There was movement on the bed. I wanted to feel his mouth on my cock. I wanted to cum down his throat so I propped his head on pillows and knelt next to him presenting my cock to his lips. Sliding into his wet mouth felt like a velvet virgin.

Robin had moved into her classic 'on top' position. She straddled her quarry. One knee on the bed. The other leg bent, foot next to his hip. She looked straight at him, his cock in her hand. She lowered herself on to him just enough so his hard crown could brush into her extended clit.

We exchanged looks. "Does he feel good?"

She nodded. "I'm going to cum from this."

She stroked his cock up and down her pussy lips. I loved watching another man's cock barely penetrate the first folds of her wet pussy. We had played like this before, but not lately. But this time? This was off the chart erotic. Sensual.

I felt Sean's hand stroke my cock. He spoke to me, "I want to fuck you. I want your tight ass and cum in it."

I slid my cock into his mouth. Robin moaned and cried out as she came. "Fuck. He sucks your dick right in front of me! Do it!"

The tension in her leg gave way and she dropped on to Sean. His cock went deep into her in one move. I watched it disappear into her.

"No, no," Sean protested. "You fucking slut."

I wasn't certain which of us was the slut.

"Shhhh." I silenced him and pressed my cock back in his mouth. It had been a long time since I watched my wife fuck some guy while he sucked my cock. I came in him. I was so pent up the cum over flowed his mouth and ran down his cheeks.

"Arghh! I fucking loooove fucking," Robin shuddered and came hard on his cock. "Cum now Sean. Fill me with cum."

Sean had lost control. Between the onslaught of my wife riding his cock and his mouth full of cum, there was no turning back. The gymnast in him lifted her as his back arched and bucked in an orgasm that shook the bed. He shrieked as if in pain and pulled hard on the manacle holding his wrist. His other hand grabbed my ass very hard.

All three of us, sweating, breathing hard, leaned back and surveyed the debauchery we had created. I wished I had a camera. The image is indelible.

"That was an amazing fuck right there." Robin looked at me. She gently lifted off Sean, his cock still upright and hard. I knew what was next.

She slid up his body, pressing her soaking wet pussy lips into his skin. She moved up farther and farther with the look of a big cat stalking a victim. She planted knees on both sides of his head, lowered her hips and pressed a cum dripping pussy into his mouth.

"That's a nice taste, isn't it? Your own cum with my juices."

She stayed on top of him for five minutes. I leaned back for a moment then decided his cock looked lonely. His was limp. Long, but limp. Robin had sucked the essence out of his cock. While she force fed him his own cum, I began cleaning the mess left behind on his cock.

"He's warming up to it. I can feel him licking his cum out." Robin narrated. "That's it Sean, trace the ridge of flesh to the top. Find that hard nub? Suck it. Pretend it's a tiny dick."

Sean complied, judging from the satisfying noises Robin emitted.

"Oh, yes. We'll have to make you practice more to give me a decent orgasm. But, this... will..... dooo!"

The last words turned into a high-pitched screech.

"Sweetheart," she turned to look over her shoulder. "Our neighbor just sucked cum out my pussy. Not as good as you. He needs practice."

She rolled off Sean. He was breathing hard.

He spoke, "That, that, that wasn't fair. Oh, fuck," he looked down his body at me. "That was really, really good. I didn't..... had no idea... oh God."

I grinned with my head turned to him and my tongue lapping under his long, soft cock. I got up on all fours and motioned for him to come to me. I crawled toward him and surprised him with a deep sexy kiss. I probed his mouth tasting their combined nectars. He kissed me back with enthusiasm, but his eyes were wide open in shock.

He pulled back, "You two are certifiable." Sean rose from the bed only to be jerked back in place by the one manacle.

"Please?" He held up one arm in a pathetic gesture.

Robin clicked the safety latch and he came free. He stood by the bed. Naked, ripped, with sexy glow to his tanned skin. His dark hair tasseled just right. The man was a walking Greek sculpture. He gave me a hard on, and Robin? Robin could have an orgasm just watching him walk.

"Next time children, we do this with suitable medication." He turned for the door leaving us tangled in the sheets.

Robin looked closely at my face. "Next time? That's encouraging." We both laughed and headed to the kitchen. The three of us, bare ass naked assembled on the back deck. It was dark and the way the building was arranged there was complete privacy.

Sean opened a throat lozenge tin and produced a nicely rolled joint. This had to be the finest joint smoking session we every had. Up to then or since. Calm, social, easy going, passing the J. Robin got high first and everything was funny to her. Sean began a running commentary on my cock sucking techniques compared to his other lovers.

I was feeling no pain. It was one of those perfect combinations of weed, drinks and eroticism that wet dreams are made of. I slid off my seat and ran my fingers up the inside of Sean's muscular yet soft legs. My hands played with him and in a moment of stoned intensity examined his lovely cock and tight balls. I could have done that for seconds or minutes. The notion of time evaporated. I could feel, with extra intensity, his tip on the roof of my mouth. I sucked him with long slow strokes. Every sense was heightened including the mental sense: why does having a perfectly proportioned penis in my mouth feel so exciting?

We adjourned once again to the black, white and red bedroom. Sean sat me on the edge of the bed.

"Put your feet on the edge of the bed by your ass."

I complied automatically. Sean stood in from of me, his glorious cock now back in business. His hands pushed my knees apart. One hand lightly stroked my inner thigh as he leaned over to the night stand. He dropped a short, wide mouth jar on the bed and scoped out two fingers of lube. It was cool on my rosebud when he first made contact. I felt nothing else but my ass and his fingers. I had forgotten Robin until she spoke.

"Sean is making sure you are nicely lubed up. He looks very eager to fuck you sweetheart."

I like face to face. Missionary. I like facial expressions. Seeing a cock move down into me or a mouth take me to the hilt.

I looked over at Robin. She resumed her perch on one side of the huge bed. Her fingers were working her clit and moving in and out of her vagina. She smiled at me then returned to watching how Sean handled his cock, rubbing it up and down my butt.

"Spread your cheeks."

I complied.

"You've seen him like this before I take it?" He addressed that to Robin.

"Well," she swallowed hard as his crown pressed in my rosebud seeking entry, "really only once. A few years back. Other times I was in the same space, but was busy with my own, you, know..."

"Fucking? You ARE a nasty girl." Sean teased.

I felt the ridge of his foreskin pass the first muscle ring. He sighed at the progress. "Ahaaa."

"And sucking too! I'm a nasty girl. My husband is a nasty cock-sucking fucker. He's insatiable. But I want to see this again. I want to see all the details. Fuck you two are so fucking hot to watch."

Sean and I locked eyes once again. He mouthed some words I couldn't understand then he licked his lips. Robin leaned over me and kissed a nipple. It made me jump. My cock bounced slightly with each subtle push of Sean's cock into my ass.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck that feels so fucking good." I really wanted to let Sean know. "Push more, I want to feel your balls on my ass."

He backed out an inch then moved back in. One hand grabbed my chest hard, the finger tips arching to a central spot on a nipple turning into a pinch.

"Yes! I want to be fucked. Fuck me, please cum in me!"

Robin was right next to me. I could feel her leg against my side. One hand wrapped around my swollen cock and stroked it very slowly. She buried a long, wet kiss on me with a probing tongue.

"You want him to cum in you babe? Fill your sweet ass?"

"Ya, ya, yeesss. Oh, fuck, he's almost in."

Sean was fully in my ass and smiling down at me. "You have a very nice tight ass. We should have been fucking months ago. I like it tight. You make me work for it." The real fucking began. Stroking in and out. Each time I felt his balls slap my ass. I joined Robin wrapping my hand in hers around my cock, now with pre-cum running freely.

Sean was a great lover. He slowed down, shifted position. Teased my cock. Paused, leaned in and we made out with Robin watching. She couldn't help herself and joined on impulse. We were a mess of three faces, wet lips and tongues all over.

"Suck him. He's gonna cum when I do. You should eat him." Sean never missed a stroke.

Robin took my hand. It was incongruous: holding hands like at a movie while she sucked my cock and I was being so nicely fucked.

Sean didn't announce his climax. He speeded up, stood back straight, bent his head back and grunted like a weightlifter. Feet already planted on the bed I arched my back high. Like the gymnast he was, Sean's hands balanced himself on my knees and I exploded into Robin's mouth. She swallowed hard then backed away, turning to look at me then Sean. She wiped the cum off the corner of her mouth, pulled on Sean's neck and kissed him, probably passing my cum to him.

It was divine. Laying on my back, feeling a throbbing cock in my depths and seeing my wife making out with our downstairs neighbor. There was no resistance from him. He wrapped both arms around her and they hugged and kissed like a Hollywood production. They turned, embraced, cheek to cheek and looked down at me.

Unconsciously, my hand stroked my still hard cock. Another load of cum burst out covering the back of my hand. They looked at me intently.

"You're smiling," Robin began. "I don't think I've ever seen that kind of smile on you before." She picked up my hand and licked the new cum from the back of it.

It was still. I felt a profound emptiness as Sean withdrew. They lay on either side of me. Arms enveloped me from both sides. For a moment I had an out of body experience. I could look down on us from the corner of the room. I wanted to burn that vision into my mind. Three naked bodies. Glowing with perspiration and random streaks of cum. Fingers, nipples, two cocks, the contrast of my legs with hair between his and her smooth hairless forms. The curves: asses, breasts, thighs. I wanted this to go on.

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We were high and very happy. We acted like idiots in the shower. Everyone helped everyone get cleaned up. The bantering included descriptive highlights of the evening's sex. It was like a post-game commentary only a lot sexier.

The three of us continued our liaisons on a regular basis for nearly three years. Sean was still a player and we listened intently at the fucking below us. Next day, we would raid his apartment demanding to hear all the juicy details. "Yea, and after that then what did he do to you?"

Occasionally, he talked one of his conquests into a foursome, but they were never the same. The three of us had a groove. An intuitive vibe. We had endless variations but somehow knew when it was right to switch gears and try something different. Or familiar. We still maintained a flexible sexual appetite. Robin had her girlfriends and I had my men when the occasion presented. 'HotWife' hadn't been invented yet, but that's what we were doing -- with a side order of 'HotHusband.' We agreed that after an 'adventure weekend' as we called them, we were much more productive at the office. We could rationalize anything. The more debauchery on the weekend, the more our employers benefited from our enhanced performance.

Eventually Sean got a better job far away and we lost touch. If social media was around then, it might have been different. We would have an excuse to visit California.

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