I felt a nice feeling creep all over my body.” I didn’t tell her that even I felt similar sensation just listening to and imagining what was going...on.“How was it like, sucking her?” I asked. “I hated that part. Her boobs were like sucking a pair of dried peaches and felt so odd, but when she started to moan and groan, in a weird manner, it made me feel good”. “Was it probably because you felt that you had the ability to make her happy?” “Yes that was it. You are a very perceptive aren’t you?”. Yes, it was exactly what she needed; but who, and how; how could she get her loving husband to agree to something so contrary to his own personality?The who came to her like a flash of lightening when Carter became a new employee where she worked. He was tall, six-two at least, with a big pompadour of black hair like Elvis; he was younger than she, by seven or eight years at least; and she could tell the minute she saw him watching her that he was interested.When they first had lunch together. What had happened to them? And, now, as she lay back in the tub, I could see her breasts, her stomach. Oh, Becky had a hard weekend! But, had she liked it? Was she still happy being my boss' slut? I needed to know!The dried cum on her face was softening from the steaming water. Her makeup was starting to run. I knew I had to have a picture. I ran for our camera. She looked so slutty with cum and eyeliner dirtying her face, I just had to have a picture."What are you doing?" she asked."You look. You lie down, heads at opposite ends of the bed from your partner. One of you turns slightly to the side, and then you move closer until your pussies are touching. You can't do that if you are thigh against thigh. At that point, you rub your pussies together. Both styles can be incredibly hot with the right partner, but it sometimes takes practice. My experience is that the pussy against thigh, with kissing and breasts, and the long sweet muscles of good legs, is the more intense sensation..