A large room with a queen-size bed covered in pillows."Nice bed," I commented."It's very comfy," she replied, "and it doesn't squeak." I could make it...squeak..." I said quietly, unsure if she heard me.She flashed me a big smile, "I'll bet you could."With a little laugh, she led me back to the kitchen. I finished my beer and gave her the money from my wallet."Thanks," she said with a big smile. We stood looking at each other. Her eyes were brighter and she seemed a little flushed. I felt warm. They were a dark, milk chocolate brown, asking to have strawberries dipped in them. They looked ready good enough to eat. She had a light mocha skin color, about the same color of a cup of coffee with a good amount of creamer added to it. Her shoulders and arms were nicely defined. She was wearing a very small and revealing bikini, tiny triangles barely covering her nipples and areolas. Her breasts must have been about a 36 D. They were plump and full with no hint of sag. Those itty. All last week, I got off talking with the guys who had fucked me, knowing they didn’t know it had been me. Like I said, that was pretty hot, and you know I love to be hot! But it got me wishing that I could have a regular group of guys that I could fuck who would know who I was. Well, this past weekend, I kind of stumbled into a situation just like that. I was out with Chuck (my husband) on Saturday afternoon, and we were visiting different bars, when we stopped at a bar in a nearby town. " Really?!" Her legs were still wide apart. She almost pushed her hips forward. "Oh, I'd like that very much. I know most guys don't, not after they've just done it, and I've never understood why."He chuckled as he bent over and kissed her tummy. "It's complicated."He didn't go down to her entrance with his tongue, but his fingers, two of them, slid just a little into her, and rubbed back and forth, sharpening those nerves. Instead he concentrated on her joy button, licking that every way he.