After his divorce, the thought of any type of romantic or sexual encounter chilled him thoroughly. True, Katie's muffled squeals sometimes sent him into an Onanistic fantasy, but he channeled his efforts and energies into his work. He grinned as he reread a portion he had written one evening when she and Karl had been especially loud. He wondered if she would ever guess she had been the inspiration for one of the juicier situations in his novel.

It was not difficult to let his mind wander as he thought of her tight, chunky figure moving about the kitchen under her kimono. Katie was not terribly buxom, but her breasts and but- tocks moved freely when she wore nothing under her robe. She was not flagrant but she carried an understated sexuality that seemed to always suggest something more than met the eye. A slight lift to an eyebrow, a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth - there was just something about her Jim could only classify as sexy.

Karl, on the other hand, was tall, lanky and outgoing. He liked to laugh and yet, retained a sort of privacy Jim could appreciate. To Jim's pleasant surprise, he found that the man's lack of formal schooling had not prevented him from being rather well-read and quite sensitive. A T.V. tear-jerker could bring tears to his eyes and he made no apologies. Jim grew to like him quickly and Karl seemed to return the feeling.

The three of them lived together quietly, contentedly and peacefully.

Until the afternoon Katie dropped the butter.

He had been trying to write, but was in a dead end. Hearing Katie preparing dinner, he decided to take a break and get a cold soda before trying to do anymore. In the kitchen, Katie was busi- ly getting out the ingredients for a Bundt cake when he walked in. She was wearing a short robe, as she often did in the after- noons. Usually, after work, she went out somewhere, came home and showered, started dinner, and then went upstairs to dress before they sat down to eat. The sight of Katie in a short kimono was certainly pleasant, but it was nothing new.

As Jim entered the kitchen, Katie dropped a quarter pound bar of butter on the floor.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, and bent over to pick it up, still balancing a measuring cup of milk in one hand.

As she bent over, her robe slid up to clearly expose the naked cheeks of her behind and the fur covered lips of her pussy.....This bisexual story continues HERE