I rested my head back on his stomach. I held his cock in my hand as it went soft.We curled up, idly watching the movie. I wriggled, and got us both a ...rink. I curled up next to him, the characters on TV were an hour ahead of where we'd seen. We flicked back through. He'd tucked himself back into his pants. I rested my hand high up on his thigh. He kissed me gently but firmly. Pressing his lips against mine, massaging my tongue with his. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and whispered "You're. “I . . . that is . . . no, I can’t.” It took almost half an hour to convince my dear husband to come clean about his particular inclinations. And he wasn’t all that specific, but what I began to realize is that Drake wanted to be a sexually dominant male, and he was holding back those needs because he thought it wasn’t right to behave that way toward his wife. I decided it was time to let him off the hook a little. “You know, honey, it’s the same old story. Women never know quite what to be. Is. She thought I was just going to hold her hand but instead I put it on my boob. She went inside my shirt and started to play with my nipple. I was embarrassed because I knew that my nipple was getting hard. It got to the point where I wanted her to take off my bra. Didn’t work out as I thought it would. It took her 4 or 5 tries to unhook it which I found really cute. When she unhooked it, it was easier for her to play with both of my boobs. One of her hands went down to my crotch outside my. Alan knew;I loved to show off, be a flirt. He wasn't threatened by my careersuccess, or the 'games' I sometimes had to play for my job, even when wewere together. He understood, better than any man I had ever knownbefore: I came with him, I left with him; whatever happened in-betweenwas strictly politics. Before Alan, I had never even considered havingsex in public places. With Alan, there were times I just couldn't wait'til we got home ? and didn't.About a month before our wedding, I.