I never wanted Helen to cheat on me, going behind my back and having affairs. I wanted to be in charge and part of it. I wanted her to want to have th... extramarital sex with me there. A threesome or even a swap. The thought of it gets me hard. The main thing is after it's over we return home together and go on with our lives.Love had nothing to do with it other than the feelings we had about each other. I read it in stories all the time. Hollywood is loaded with husband and wives like this.. You use your nose to open me up and lick on big long lick with the flat of your tongue, tip of the lips to my ass. I move away, not wanting your mouth near my ass, having never done that. You smile at my reaction and remind me that we have done so much more, intimate things through our conversations of the past few months. "Fuck me," is all I can say in response, "Please". You move your body above mine and I rejoice in the weight of your body, the feel of your skin on mine. You kiss my. She intentionally put her hand on my hand. When I reacted by removing my hand, she just said sorry with a weird smile. I knew she did it with the purpose of enticing me. But like an idiot studious guy, I just ignored her.When we sat on our benches, she was sitting on an adjacent bench to the left of me. I was scanning her every now and then which she noticed. The next moment when I tried to see her, she just lifted her skirt such that I had a perfect view of her thigh. I was out of my senses. " Do you live around here?" I asked. "Yeah, nice and close, how about you?" "Yes, I live in the apartment building four blocks from here." Oh, that's still affordable there." I sipped my Margarita as she sipped her drink slowly. I offered her another drink.when she was done with hers. She smiled and answered. "Yes, I'd like another one Rachael, thank you." I asked the bartender, Brandi, for another lemon lime Margarita and got another one for myself also. We kept chatting as she seemed to be so.