"See you tomorrow," she said. "I hope you're feeling better now."

"I feel great!" he told her and the two of them went back to their rooms without further conversation.

Jim looked at himself in the mirror. In his mid-forties, he was not in really bad shape, and his romance with the bottle had not created too much damage. He shook his head in wonderment. From down the hall he could hear voices and knew they were talking about him. Katie was giggling and Karl laughed softly. A little while later, the sounds were unmistakable. The woman was a sexual dynamo, he told himself.

Susan Raschetti worked as a sales administrator in a man's world. She liked men and shied away from some of the libby ad- vances of other career women she met. But she often tired of the condescending way some of the men talked to her. Sometimes it made for a long day, and this day had been such a one. She walked into her apartment, and picked up the mail as she poured herself a drink. Katie and Karl had invited her to a Butterfly party that evening with a new recruit. She hoped she would be up to it. Butterfly was fun, but sometimes recruiting could be a little strenuous.

She lived alone and after two divorces, looked forward to spending the rest of her life with only herself to answer to. She had met Katie and Karl at a singles party a year before when she had just completed her second divorce. She had been totally dis- illusioned and devastated. One night, she had let them give her just a little too much to drink and woke up in bed with them. It turned out to be the best therapy she could have had, and her life turned upward from that point.

Since then there had been David and Frank and Dolores. And there had been the exciting encounter with Betty. The two women had excited one another at first sight and Susan had taken her home for the entire weekend - the first time she had ever gone one-on-one with a woman. They still saw one another, but mostly as a foursome with men. Katie had been the first to introduce Susan to bisexuality, but Betty had shown her the true art of Lesbian love.

Susan undressed and began to draw a hot tub. Lying back on her bed, she opened her nightstand and withdrew the large vi- brating dildo and the tube of K-Y jelly from it. It had been a long week, and she needed to relax before she went out. Betty had introduced her to the luxury of a vibrator during one of their marathon sessions. As she lubricate herself and turned it on, ....This bisexual story continues HERE