”I strip off my heavy winter things and look at the items then think of the bear skin rug. I tingle all over at the thought of the thick soft fibers...against my bare skin and decide to go al’ natural. I then proceed to walk over to a bar, get an ice bucket, wine and two goblets. I like my lips in anticipation, return to the rub, and set the items off to the side. Then lie down on the bearskin and coo as the fabric tickles every inch of me, like a million tiny fingers. I’m lost in a daydream. I bent my head back as far as I could trying to get my mouth completely over her pussy; never in my life had I ever felt anything so intensely sexual as I felt just then. I wanted to do anything and everything I could to her, the taste of her body and the slickness of her pussy was causing my erection to convulse, my balls were steel. My neck was kinked so I pulled away and she reluctantly let go of my hair. I stood then took her hand and led her to my bed and pushed her down so she was on. ..and they could see us! He slipped his mouth onto my nipples again and I forgot all about the people. While he sucked on my nipples he slipped his finger down to my pussy and slid a finger inside. My knees nearly gave way from the pleasure but he held me in place and slipped the g-string off. We did a few poses with me having to hold that beautiful cock to keep him from plunging it into my pussy a few times, but we made it. He then turned and bent me over the balcony so the people could see me. I finished up the dishes, did some reading, and got ready for bed. Tom and I had sex twice a week. Usually on Wednesdays, and again on Sundays. It was always boringly vanilla. Blow job, cunnilingus, which usually resulted in a faked orgasm on my part, and then sex in the missionary position. Afterwards, both of us would fall asleep. That night however, I laid in bed thinking about that day. The encounter I had endured with Jonathan was stuck in my brain, and I carefully slipped out of bed. I.