If you want to stop, then stop. I don’t even care.” I called his bluff. I didn’t think he could stop. He was as much into this as I was. Wrong....He pulled his cock out of me and stepped away from the counter, starting to pull up his pants. “Are you fucking kidding me? Get over here and screw me. I need your cock. I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember the bad day I had…until I forget my asshole husband…until I feel so good I can’t help screaming your name. Wait, what is your name?” He. We both agreed it would be a great test of trust and honesty if we could share some of those ideas and inclinations that even at our most horny we were a little inhibited to share in case we came across as uncaring, weird or perverted in any way. So, back to the story. I know Meg likes her pussy licked. She knows I like my cock sucked. Doesn’t everyone? So we started talking and exploring how we liked to masturbate; how natural it was, what the preconceptions were about the activity as well as. “Late,” she said with a moan and stretch. It drew my eye, her curvy form and how her giant mammaries jutted out so much more while she stretched out her back. My eyes greedily drank in her form. “You keep up your thoughts, we won’t be leaving anytime soon,” she moaned at me while ending her stretch. Her silver eyes gleamed in the sunlight. “So what now?” I asked standing up. As cool as the morning was, I barely felt it as I performed my own stretch. I jumped when something pinched my ass. She. I knew that she had and it also hit me that Sarah was the reason that Kate had been so distant lately. “I uh……. yes, I have. You told me that you were ok with it.”, she said, hardly able to look at me. “Yes, I did tell you that. Only you should have told me. How long have the two of you been sleeping together?”, I asked.“Right after that time we all went out to dinner together.”, Kate answered.“So, what exactly does your relationship with Sarah mean. Is it just fucking or is it more than.