about Reece.

He stayed with her for three weeks. He gave her the camera and the tape. She explained to Reece how they loved each other deeply, but she knew that Kelly was essentially gay, that in order to keep him, that she would have to accept a lover. Kelly was loving and grateful and had been on a quest to find the perfect man, one they could both love.

Reece told her that he had no idea how Kelly had felt, but he couldn’t tell her that he had felt the same way. He had thought about trying to seduce her, and even thought about marrying her and raising Kelly’s girls as his own. But he knew that he couldn’t. He was sure that Marsha would have accepted and gone along with it, but he also knew that she had gone along with much too much in her life, just because she loved a man.

It wasn’t fair to him either. He didn’t love her. He loved Kelly. He knew he would have no trouble being monogamous, but he knew that someday he could love someone more than he had loved this woman’s husband. He also knew that Marsha would love again, and deserved to love again. It’s what Kelly would have wanted for both of them.

Reece found himself on a plane back home. He felt so empty inside. Sex had always been something that was offered up and you took it. He preferred women, but if a guy wanted to screw around, what the fuck?

On the flight home, Reece thought of everything he could to get an erection. He was sitting between a really hot redhead with big tits and a really hot looking business type guy in his mid thirties. He wondered if either of them had even joined the mile high club.

He closed his eyes and wondered what the girl would look like naked. He wondered if those tits were real. Did she shave her pussy? Would she suck me? The thought about spreading her lips with his fingers and searching with his tongue for her clit. Would she moan softly as his tongue circled around and around it? Would she talk dirty as he slipped his dick in and pumped her until he could feel her juices shiver down his cock?

He thought about the guy next to him. Did he have a hairy chest? He liked that on a guy. Would he get naked except for the tie? Was he a top or a bottom? Would he bend over and scream for mercy as Reece humped him, or would he throw Reece on his back and pound him with his legs up in the air?

Neither excited him. He was only twenty five years old, was sex over for him. Had he met his quota and he’d never get turned on again? Had something broken loose in that explosion or was he just sick of sex for sex sake? He was going home to stay, surely before too long some one would casually offer sex. He hoped they would, if nothing else just to see if he could get a hard on.

His parents seemed so concerned when he arrived home. He hadn’t called; he just took a cab from the airport. His mother suggested