It’s been several days since our encounter and we haven’t heard from Andy or Sally. We didn’t trade phone numbers, but we knew Andy’s IM name and he hadn’t been online at all this week.

Sally told us her screen name at some point during the night, but it’s not surprising that I forgot it considering that after I fucked her, I leaned over and said, “Your name is Sally, right?”

I didn’t feel nearly as bad when she answered, “Yep. What is your name again?”

The next day, I get an IM from Jane that she found Sally’s profile. She sends me the link and sure enough, it’s her with a different hair color. She is prettier than I remember from the night before.

We send her an offline IM thanking her for a great time and later that night she hops online and starts chatting with Jane. They are talking about our evening together and Jane thanks her for showing us the ropes.

Jane: you are now our personal hero
Sally: oh yeah?
S: lol
S: what’d I do?
J: you got him physically into it
J: he was having a bit of performance anxiety
J: if you couldn’t tell
S: well yeah. i just wasn’t sure what did it.
J: just being naked in front of people
J: he’s not the exhibitionist that I am
S: no…i meant what did i do that made it work
J: i asked that a hundred times
J: i wanted to do it too
J: he was overwhelmed
J: and he finally relaxed and focused
J: and also thank you for welcoming me into the world of women - that was nice!!
J: hope that you enjoyed it
S: i didn’t realize until later that i didn’t return the favor.
S: my apologies!

And they continued to talk about my performance anxiety and Andy’s small penis for the better part of an hour.

Maybe I should stop logging all of these chats if I don’t really want to know what girls talk about…

Bitches.

Jane is handling this better than I thought she would. At least Sally realized that she had not reciprocated Jane’s affections – I think that made her feel a lot better.

Out of respect for my wife, I don’t chat with Sally that night.

Yeah, we’ll go with that. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I am still a little embarrassed, and rightly so after reading their chat.

Jane, as I’ve mentioned previously, has always been insanely jealous of me. It’s not that she doesn’t trust me, she doesn’t trust other women around her man. I literally could not talk about the tamest social interactions with other females without her threatening to kick someone’s ass.

Jane is a (very spoiled) only child and lives by the mantra: “What’s mine is MINE.”

That’s the real shocker about all of this: Jane has managed to put her jealousy aside. It’s either that, or I have finally convinced her (after 10 years) that I truly love her, that she is my soulmate and that I’m not going to leave her for some hot piece of ass. My love for her goes a lot deeper than the physical act of sex and I think she realizes (finally) that I’m not going to throw away everything we’ve worked so hard to build for another woman.

Especially not a 24-year-old who frequents sex clubs.

Andy, on the other hand, has totally vanished. Jane has sent him several messages and we haven’t heard a peep.

This does not make my lovely wife a happy camper. Even though it’s just casual sex, she is feeling a little vulnerable and I honestly can’t blame her for wanting a little attention from her new lover. It was our first time, after all.

It is mildly disturbing that I agree with her on this one…

In the meantime, we’ve started chatting with another couple who are interested in meeting us for drinks the same night as our “date” with the younger couple, whom we’ve nicknamed “The Hotties.”

These two are closer to our age and body types than The Hotties and both seem very grounded and stable. They are going out to a local bar and I tell them that we do have other plans, but could potentially meet them later (unless The Hotties want to play…).

We chat for a bit, exchange cell phone numbers and tentatively plan to meet them for a beer if we can.

So, not only do we have two dates on Saturday, we’ve also piqued the curiosity of a very sexy unicorn. After trading some emails, we finally get her to chat and she is almost exactly what we’re looking for: our age, stable, professional, bisexual and not a super skinny stick figure.

She’s married to an older guy who can’t keep up with her sexually. He knows about her playing and is cool with it. He doesn’t insist on being present for any activities, which may just enable us to have our first FFM threesome!

Not only is she a hot, horny MILF, but is quite the exhibitionist. During chat, we exchange some naughty photos and out of the blue, she sends us a very sexy little video! She has a nice plump ass and enormous tits.

Like, “HOLY SHIT, are those real?!” tits.

And real, they are.

In an effort to reciprocate, we plan a little video shoot of our own. That Friday, I set up the tripod in our bedroom and get everything ready for our first amateur porno. Jane comes into the bedroom looking very sexy, mugging for the camera. She starts rubbing her wet pussy as I hit the Record button. Eventually, I can’t take playing cameraman anymore and jump her.

We have a torrid little session, constantly shifting positions to make sure our unicorn has a nice view of the action.

This should be fun to edit, if I can keep my hands out of my pants.

After dumping the video down to my computer, I’m watching it and, being the expert amateur videographer that I am, realize that the lighting in our bedroom is not up to snuff.

In short, the video looks like crap. It’s barely watchable.

Not only is the lighting terrible, but Jane and I both groan when we see ourselves naked on camera. I’m bad enough about exposing my naked body, but even Jane The Exhibitionist isn’t happy with it.

I guess we’ll need some practice at this. Good thing practice entails lots of sex!

Next: Stood Up?