“Not like this, Jill. Just you and me, okay? Jill and Dave.”She knew what I meant, but even though the teasing words stopped, that teasing smile d...dn’t alter one jot. The smile, the way she slowly eased up and down, both of them giving me the feeling I was being sexed by a skillful and high-class call girl, rather than making love to my best friend and soulmate.This thought was painful and I toyed with asking Jill again, but I’d asked once and she knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to seem. "Um, I guess." my lover answered."Is there a special occasion for the party, Zack?" I asked.Zack explained, "No. Well, sort of. April Fool's Day. It's also an opportunity. My parents are going to Boston for the weekend to see my brother Sam. They are interviewing potential agents." Do you think Sam has a chance to get drafted by the NFL?" I asked."I think he has a good chance. He did well at the scouting combine earlier this month. He isn't going to go in the early rounds. He may get drafted in. The next day she came home with a cock cage that she locked to my penis. She would unlock it before I went out of the house but when I was in the house I was to wear the cage.The first year of this new relationship passed quickly. I had to admit that the sex with Sarah had become much more intense and pleasurable than our first years of marriage. The amazing thing was the frequency of our fucking went up, as this insatiable woman that I loved so much explored her dominant side. As part of my. But that was only a prelude to the incredible delights which were to follow.As he continued to kiss my breasts and nipples, he ran his fingers slowly down the swell of my belly, with a touch as fine as if I was being caressed with threads of gossamer. When he reached my mons veneris, gently stroking it and running his fingers through my golden curls, I felt a sensation between my legs that I had never felt before, a sort of tingling sensation, but such a delicious sensation, and I became aware.