As the conversation turns to sex I start getting very horn, so I lean in and lightly kiss him on the lips. He presses into the kiss and parts his lips... His tongue darts out and meets mine. I moan into his mouth as his hand reaches my panties. I am getting so aroused that I push him back onto the couch and climb onto his lap. I start to undo his shirt while shoving my tongue deep in his mouth. I suddenly remember my husband; I stop and say, “We can’t, I’m married.” Ted responds, “Oh, I’m sorry!. But he also loved our closeness, our cuddling, our soft caresses. He often just held me to himself, the warmth of our skin together bonding us. It was lovely.He was also much more open about how he loved me, often telling me, being more specific than he was in his love notes to me.He would tell me how beautiful my breasts are, how I make him so hard when he sees me naked. How he loves me to suck on him. How he craves the taste of me. Yes, my son is a cunnilingulist of the first order. And I'm. I looked down and said “yes Sir”. He asked me point blank if I was bi and I said yes. He looked at me and said, “would you like a taste” and I said I would but was nervous about being caught. He responded by saying at this time of the day there is no one here. And if someone should walk in, we would be able to see them approach and have time to cover up. He then stepped forward with his cock directly in front of my face as I was sitting on the lower tier. I sat there staring at his beautiful. ” Those comments always made me wonder. I started touching myself while driving. I just knew I had to try and seduce him today, so for the occasion I wore my black top which made my boobs look huge and little denim shorts. My pussy was already dripping wet just by thinking about it. As I arrived at his place I let myself in ‘cause I’ve been to his place several times before. He was standing at the kitchen counter, making some coffee. He wore a dark blue shirt today with the sleeves all rolled.