## Introduction:
***On a recent Monday night while we were fucking like rabbits, I asked Roger if he could arrange a man in his very late teens for us next Sunday. “I have never had a man twenty-five years younger.”***
***“I have just the man who I see at the gym who I am sure would be keen. Garth is six-feet tall, very athletic build, rumoured to be bi-sexual, and I almost forgot, he is hung.”***
I am 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. I have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, and I love having sex with an audience.
I have a tacit agreement with my man (he is eight-inches and thick) that I can please and be pleased sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, outer sex only, no intercourse, 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.