Like a teenager in love. Like a mark or a seal showing my allegiance.But she is professional enough to leave no marks.I don’t resist when she slides...my blouse off my shoulder. Undressing myself during the few times I have had sex has always been awkward. She makes it feel elegant. Like a royal would unpack a present.It’s the little things that I will remember later. When she rests her hand on the top button of my pants and seeks my approval before she opens them.“Is it okay?” she asks. “Do you. I took a bit more time to tease, nip, and lick, by her ‘Mmmm’s, Jennifer was enjoying almost as much as me. ‘Just a bit more of the appetizer,’ she said as she straddled my face with her lovely thighs. As much as I love eating both whipped cream and my wife’s snatch, I was a bit unsure about licking the froth out of her curly bush. I tentatively stuck out my tongue into the white foam, and was surprised to contact only bare skin underneath. ‘I must have gotten a bit carried away as I was. ”I glanced over at her. “I hadn’t thought of it like that.”She looked at me. “Then you really don’t understand.” She looked around the car. “Which means we’re not secured here.”I nodded. “Correct. I haven’t learned how to do that.”“How can you have so many sexy friends and not know more about your abilities?” she asked.I smiled because she was using the same word for Magic my girls and I used. Her question however, made me take a deep breath and sigh. “As I told you before, I only found out. If you choose to go for it, here is my room key." She then gives me a kiss on the cheek slips me a piece of paper and saunters over to the elevator. Torn, I take a seat in one of the chairs in the hotel lobby. Can I go through with this? Sex at home is terrible at best; fuck, I'm lucky to get it once a month and it’s a well-oiled routine each and every time. But am I willing to throw a long standing relationship out of the window just to get my rocks off? Finally I decide, after all it's “just.