We are both fairly highly sexed but I think I am higher sexed than he is, because Im up for it more often than he is, which annoys me sometimes, but h...y ho, we can't have everything in life can we?I often call into his head office which is in the centre of town if I'm out shopping, and sometimes I go to lunch with him, or if he is busy or out of town his dad takes me, I love his dad to bits, he the most charming man I have ever met, it's easy to understand why he is as successful as he is.His. Still kissing me, my hands free, I slide them up his arms, to his shoulders. Suddenly, he pushes down with his hands while still kissing me.Choking me.I can't breath.Gasping for air.My face turning red.Hi mouth still on mine, but not giving me mouth to mouth. Choking me.I feel my body fighting hard to get free. Struggling. Twisting. Fighting.I see stars.I see nothing.I feel nothing. *Starting to tingle, her body wakes from a daze. She lays there naked, tied. Hands above her head. Unable to. The idea that she somehow knew, or that I should be the one stroking him or possibly just the newness of it all, whatever it was my nut came hard, shattering me to the bone. A shot of thick white semen splattered her smiling face wiping it out and I closed my eyes again seeing the man's healthy penis but this time I was looking down at it in my hand and he too was releasing.As quick as it all had come over me and like a wound spring the tension was released in those few instants and I sat there. I could always judge her mood by which night she wanted to go to the club. Saturday meant she wanted socializing and sex with friends. Friday meant she wanted a younger stiff cock between her legs.Saturday was great because I got to fuck another woman but Friday was usually hotter and nastier since she was just "putting out" and not really socializing.One week about three years ago she told me on Wednesday that she would like to go to the club that Friday so I prepared for a long night. The.