Within only two months after she'd given birth, Catherine had already begun to wear her husband out with her daily needs for sex. He never told her ou...right that he couldn't keep up with her, but Catherine quickly picked up on the body language that told her she needed to see to getting her sexual needs met in a different area. She resolved to take care of herself and not bother her husband with the fact that she'd been forced to take lovers. She was pretty sure it would take more than one man. Did he really want another kiss, or just a massage? Could he have remotely liked my kissing him? I wouldn’t let myself even go there. As I was massaging his shoulders and the back of his neck he leaned back into me. I was crazily emboldened and gave in to dangerous urges. I slipped my hands around and into the front opening of the jumpsuit, running them over his chest, feeling the soft hair, finding his nipples. He put his head back against my chest. I had lost all reason. I moved my hands. Three floors of different rooms to rent, TVs playing porn, and open areas to sit and talk or just fuck. You can wear anything you like. Our first time was two years ago, and I was so scared but at the same time excited. There were all kinds of people: old, young, fat, skinny. And people in all manner of outfits, some wore only towels, others wandered about naked.Fast forward to the present, I have now fucked about 10 cocks, one of which belonged to Marcus. It had been a fantasy of my hubby’s. We made our way up the stairs in the front and sat at a clear glass table in front of a huge window. She was even more beautiful in the sunlight. The features of her face simply glowed, from her upturned lips to her small cheeks. I don’t know if it was because she noticed me staring blankly, but she began the conversation. ‘Well, I know your favorite movie, and your style of music. What else is there to learn about you?’ ‘My name. I’m Bryan. And you are?’ I smiled and offered her my hand, quite.