Make the left.

I just felt too sheepish at the thought of knocking on their door again -- besides, after I turned them down, what makes me think they'd be willing to do anything? I made the left and took the interstate home, feeling a little cowardly the whole way.

Forty minutes later and back at home, I kicked off my shoes and made a beeline for the computer, thinking to thank the two for a wonderful evening, and maybe offer some regrets for chickening out. As it turned out, they'd beaten me to it -- I had email from Frank waiting in my inbox, just five minutes' old. With attachments...?

The text was pretty simple,

"Thanks for coming over; we were happy to have you as our guest, and the wine you brought was excellent. We'll have to remember that vintage! It's a shame things didn't work out tonight, but we both thought you were a very attractive man, and if you'd like to try again some time, I think we can make that happen.

Frank

P.S. Maybe these will help change your mind?"

Attached were a dozen or so photos, just numbered photos like they come straight off the camera. I opened the first one, a shot of Linda and Frank together, smiling and waving -- judging from the low angle, they must have put the camera on their dining room table and stood well back. The only difference between this and any old couples photo was that Frank's hand was pretty clearly cupping Linda's right breast.

I flipped to the next, the two of them kissing passionately, her hand slipped down the front of his jeans.

In the next shots, Linda alone did a little strip tease, losing her dress to show off a nicely toned pale body, then her bra in the next for her lovely round breasts. She kept her eyes focused on the camera in a breath-taking "come-hither" look.

My own hand strayed to my jeans and unbuckled my belt to relieve the tension there. More shots, of her lovely ass, then of her and Frank, she undressing him. When I got to the one with the two of them standing naked together, kissing, with his cock firmly erect in her graceful hand, I shed the jeans and starting stroking my own.

A few shots of her licking his cock, then bent over with him entering her from behind... It didn't take long for me to finish myself off, and I couldn't tell whether it was from looking at her, or looking at him.

I carefully wiped myself off, checked to see if I had next Friday night free, and started typing my reply...