“I had coffee with her twice during the week to discuss her visit, our plans and our ground rules. We both did some serious flirting with each other and had our hands all over each other. She is seriously bisexual and a very exciting woman, we were kissing like teenagers at the back of the coffee lounge, are you fine with that baby?”

My man Roger is flat on his back on our bed, naked with a thick, eight-inch erection. I am also naked as we tongue kiss passionately with Roger’s hand cupping my ass as I straddle one leg over his.

“Tell me all about her?”

“Five years younger than us, size ten, sixty-four inches with a good body and a ferocious sexual appetite.”

“How do you know her? Has she had you previously?”

I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My body is still good, both sexes love my legs and ass and the way I trim my pubic hair – less is more. Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused.

I have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, I love being licked by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

I have a tacit agreement with my man (he is nine-inches and thick) that I can pleasure and be pleasured sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, no intercourse, outer sex only – safe sex, my man can watch and masturbate. If the second man wants to blow my man I love to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

Today is one of those occasions and I am looking forward to being sexually pleasured by a female and my man. I can’t remember the last time I had a female.

A few nights earlier after my man had edged me with his tongue and lips for thirty-minutes as I had multiple orgasms, I asked him, “What can I do for your sexual pleasure baby?”

“I want to lick and kiss your glorious ass while you give me a hand job.”

I organised him laying on his back with some pillows under his head, then squatted over his torso resting on my knees so he could lick and kiss my ass. We both watched in the wall mirrors and ceiling mirror as I gave him a long, slow, oily hand job while you kissed and licked my ass.

For me a large part of sex is about the excitement and creating sexual excitement. Greeting a new lover, whether male or female, at our front door is an ideal opportunity to create sexual excitement. My man Roger and I have greeted our new lovers with many scenarios: from fully dressed, stark naked, even engaged in sex. Our choice these days is to be almost naked when a new lover arrives, be it male or female. I like a killer pair of heels and a skimpy g-string to highlight my ass. Roger’s preference is a skimpy, crotchless jock strap. (Even flaccid his cock is awesome in his crotchless jock strap. And his ass looks good in it.) Though we do enjoy our second preference, undressing each other for the opposite sex.

That is exactly how we are dressed today as we wait for Joan to arrive, both with freshly trimmed almost bald pubic areas. We made a pact not have sex for three days before Joan’s visit to heighten the sexual pleasure and excitement with her. The sexual tension while we wait is too much for both of us as we tongue kiss and tease each other’s bodies with our fingertips.