The phone rings, and I take a deep breath before answering. Mike! Hi! Well, that was sophisticated. Keep squeaking, Aly. Hey there, gorgeous. Shit. S...it, shit, shit. Why was I suddenly blushing and well, let’s be honest, wet between my legs? My brain wasn’t registering this conversation anymore. You could offer me a million dollars and I still wouldn’t be able to recall what was said. It must have somehow led to a double entendre though, because what caught my attention was one word. Say that. I grabbed his head and thrust hard into his mouth – back and forth until I came hard in his mouth. When I finished cumming he sucked me dry then licked down my shaft and pulled my balls out and licked and sucked them. I was tired and had to sit down so I flopped onto the couch. Pete and I looked at each other and smiled. I had no idea I could get that passionate with another guy. After a while Pete got on his knees and came over to the couch. He pulled the rest of my clothes off and then. He was probably around 30 yards from the river now and he could just make out flowing water. Slowly he came up as close as he could to the water but he still hid behind some bushes. What he saw opened up his eyes to the extreme. A group of women bathing in the slowly moving side of the river. Only there heads could be seen, but slowly they came to the side to dry themselves. They didn’t have any towels, and what else to dry themselves but to lie on a carpet of leaves on embankment of the river. Licking my lips gently, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I wish he was stroking his shaft. I want to see how we differ from the way I please him to how he pleases himself. The mere thought of this makes me clench. With a whispering moan, I shiver, sending goose bumps racing through my body.My whole body feels like it is on fire. White hot, dripping with pure, agonizing, fierce want for my husband. Sliding my fingers down over my mound, I open my lips, displaying myself to my husbands.