"It looks like a lot of work and very uncomfortable. But, it is sexy to look at," I replied. "It's not that uncomfortable. A boyfriend I had in univer...ity wanted to try it with me. He wasn't very good at it, but it was fun." I felt a twinge of jealousy and laughed out loud at myself for feeling that way. "What's so funny? We were young and curious. It wasn't a serious relationship; we tried a lot of new things together." "I wasn't laughing at you or him, Viv. To each their own. I don't have. Her snatch was becoming increasingly wet. “Uhm, master, I enjoyed the movements and sensations. I guess I also enjoyed the freedom.”“The freedom?” I inquired curiously.“Ehm, I didn’t have to care about what anybody thought and could just let whatever feeling I had go free.”I smiled and intensified her vaginal massage by adding some tongue. It didn’t take long before I had her on the tip of an orgasm. I quickly stopped and watched her as she looked very disappointed trying to push her crotch. All of the right ones.The pill made me feel very lecherous indeed, and it was followed by another pill fed to me by my horny, eager beaver wife. She had made her plans in pencil, as Jon Bon Jovi advised once, and so they were easy to erase and replace. My sweet Britta-Lise knew when to improvise, and luckily for us all, so did the rest of us. She, too, was caught up in the glory of this little orgy film extravaganza, basking in its sunny glow. She, too, wanted to run with the wolves now.Between. So, one fine day in the afternoon, while we were about to go for an afternoon nap, I asked her.She said it was just a regular female friend from the office and nothing serious. I didn’t want to say that, but I asked her to show me her phone. In addition, I said I wanted to talk to the person for my surety. Her face went pale, and she started to babble. But after a few minutes, she confessed.She told me she was talking with a guy she met on Facebook Chat. He was a 22-year-old IT guy from.