The next Friday night, I carefully selected a film that received high ratings from women: some explicit sex, but not just a bunch of banging. After di...ner and some kingfisher beer,I set up the film, and as I laid back on the couch, Neeta reclined with her back to my chest. There were about seven sex scenes, and during the second, I started rubbing under Neeta’s choochi. One of the greatest turn-on’s about Neeta is her tits. They’re not overly large, but when she gets excited, not just her. I couldn’t get her close enough to make contact though I could tell from the heat of her breath she was only millimeters away. God, what a tease. Please, please, let me touch your face, just once, that will be enough.Then it happened. A thick, warm, wet slug pressed the underside of my cock, pushing, enveloping, sliding over me. Her tongue, her tongue, the thought crashed into my head. I was going to cum. The shock was too much. I could feel it gathering steam, starting to roil up my shaft. Her. I breathed in deep andlet out a satisfied sigh. Some nights were hard sleeping alone and tonight was definitely one ofthem, I found myself missing the comforting presence of my wife. Shifting slightly, I reacheddown and grabbed my laptop from where I had placed it on the floor, adjusting it so I could becomfortable.Turning on the computer, I waited for it to load up as I thought again about my day. It had beenoverall a good one and the mildest of smiles crept across my face as I experienced the. I turn to her and she must notice it, too, because her cheeks turn pink.“Do the shot, Michael.”The whiskey burns like fuck but it’s worth it. Valerie’s face twists with disgust, but once the liquor settles she smiles at me. “Whoa.”She crooks a finger over at the bartender.“I literally can’t drink anything else,” I tell her.“Relax, baby, it’s for me.”She says “baby” meaning infant, but my mind goes back to all the times she called me baby before. Sweetly, usually before she said she loved me..