F ****** does not have to be; it does not promote sex eitherI absolutely want sex in the water even before the sea level risesThreesome no, there is a...ways one over and maybe that's meI have sex toys; I always pick those at toys from 18 years ago.Oral sex: very much, and more with her; I love to lick pussies, nice with maggi, gravy and ketchupalso deep throat: yes that's the culmination of oral sexAnal sex she offered, I did not want. Tongue anal certainly not.Finger games: yes, absolutelyDildo. She wanted it slow, really slow and deep; she could control the pace and depth, and he reached up, caressing her breasts as she rode him. As she moved, feeling him inside her, she leant forward so that his shaft would rub against her clit. She managed to come another three times before his orgasm, she let herself collapse forward onto his chest, as they were both exhausted. They fell asleep spooning, his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts; she felt secure, protected, safe in his. I noticed her eyes widen as she looked from me to my husband as I introduced him, and she got an almost predatory look on her face, like a lioness spotting a lone gazelle. After we politely excused ourselves he slipped one hand just below the small of my back, where the curvature of my ass begins, and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Was it just me, or did your boss just eye-fuck the shit out of me..." I grin, "It must be your imagination husband dearest. It's high time you came to terms with. I never felt attracted towards him and he knew I was taken. Plus he had the hots for my best friend.But suddenly I was confused. Why now? What changed? I have love for him, fuck, he's one of the best friends I have. He has helped me out more than I have ever deserved. And in that moment, all I could think about were his hands locked around my wrists.I looked up at him, not knowing what to say or think. My mouth felt dry and I licked my tongue across my lips. He seemed to focus on it, and.