. . . . . . . . . . .I slide my hand down across my tummy, towards my thighs, they automatically spread for you. My finger slides along my wet slit, i... is wet because of you, for you. I press my finger on my clit for a moment, I know how much you want to taste me, how much you need this.I slowly start to circle my clit, my other hand still pinching my hard nipples. My fingers slide to my opening, spreading the wetness back to my clit, it feels velvety, so ready to take you, for you to have me.. If I knew their real plans, I might ofthought other wise. Oh well Hindsight is 20/20. Well the next day Char asked me, "Please bring both your bike and yourcage." Like most people who ride motercycles in the Northeast, you mustown at least two forms of transport. Your bike and a car or a truck. Ihad a 1990 Chevy Clubcab 4X4 pickup. It was meant to carry a work crewalmost anywhere. Next she had me step into the shower and then she washed me all over.She was not to gentle about it as well. Char. “Come on, Husband, shove it in all the way. I can’t wait any longer!”Okay, that was imperative enough to push me into gear. I penetrated my new wife as far as I could go with a solid thump. Sue squealed in delight, and I started stroking. I banged her clit almost every time I penetrated as far as I could go, and my shaft diameter was enough to keep pressure on her G-spot so that we were both getting as much from this fuck, no, love making, as was possible for two people to feel.Sue got four. On the way to her house she ask if id like to come in and have some wine. I told her if i have wine ill need to stay over, no problem Steve is out of town anyway she replied. Even though we had never looked at one another like we had tonight, or had the conversations we had tonight.I really was not expecting anything to happen. WOW was i wrong. When we got to her house she ask if i wanted some different clothes. I told her ya and she went in to the bedroom to get get me some. She came out and.