I slid down and started to suck his little cock but he pulled me back up and said that that was dirty. "Only sluts do that." I wished he would treat...me a little more like a slut, like my wonderful Bill did. I think he was afraid that I was fragile and if he slammed into me I would break into a million pieces. Our sex slowed to less than once a week. My weak little husband did not seem to care. I was fucking Bill more than I was making love with my husband and sure liking it more. Then a. She kept on her garters, hose, mini-corset, and spike heels. It made me super hot to be licking out this beautiful woman, shaved and in lingerie, all while her hubby watched. As I brought her closer to climax with my tongue, she wrapped those long legs around my head, grabbed my ears and pulled my face deeper into her smooth dripping snatch. She dug her black patent spike heels into my back. She was the ideal woman - Asian, tall, long flowing hair, dresses like a slut in bed, and absolutely. So NO INTERRUPTIONS, please?I chuckled, “No problem, have... ‘fun’. Thanks.”After they left Greg said, “Well, we don’t really have to GO anywhere now, so let’s just grab a drink and sit on the patio.”We fixed some iced tea and went out to the patio table. I put up the umbrella for some shade.I looked at Greg quizzically, “What’s on your mind brother? I’ve never seen you like this.”Greg took a deep breath, looking at me uncertainly, “I don’t know, ... a bunch of things. I’ve been getting this. ”Yeah oh Sandhya.” He moaned as he placed his hand on my head. As I stroked him he rubbed my head. I squeezed a little harder, then switched hands as I was getting tired. He moaned again, thrust his hips just a tiny bit. I gently took his balls into my free hand and rolled them around, now studying them. I’ve always been fascinated how the balls seem to be alive, be their own being. Slowly I squeezed his balls just a bit. Sandhya that feels great.” I looked up. Kunal had his head back, his eyes.