Putting him at ease, I climbed onto the bed by his head. I ran my fingers lovingly over his forehead and down his temples. I traced his eyelids, then ...is eyes, his nose, the cleft between his nose and then I followed the contour of his lips. He opened them and I kissed him deep. My tongue playing a duet with his. I put all the passion into that kiss that I could. He reached up to touch me and I reminded him this was my show. He smiled and put his hand back onto the bed. I kissed across his. She had a triumphant gleam in her eye as we stood to leave.Jane still lived in town in an old Mansard style Victorian house on the heights overlooking the Hudson River. It was magnificently decorated, having an almost museum-like quality. She poured as all a glass of wine and invited us to sit on the couch. Sensing that something was up, but not knowing what, I sat at one end, my wife Candi in the middle, and Jane at the other end.Looking back, the seating arrangement would have changed very. She was feeling around under water with her foot, trying to find her suit bottom. She began to panic when she couldn’t find it. ‘Martin, it’s gone!’ she whispered. Her companion looked puzzled. ‘What’s gone?’ he asked. ‘My swimsuit bottom,’ Ann said. ‘I can’t find it!’ ‘No problem,’ he said and arched into the water. Ann watched him swim under water, searching. He surfaced, then went down again. Finally, he was knifing toward her, still submerged. She felt his hands on her thighs, he kissed her. And she was hot! Her little grin had an edge to it, stimulated by the lust moving her. She didn't just want sex. She was having sex, in front of both of us! And by now, I just wanted to have it with her."Drive," she said! I reached for her as the cab pulled away.--- I pulled away from the curb and made my way into traffic as soon as I could so I could watch that little white bitch and her man. I thought that she would do something. You know, there are some women who dress up and go the whole.