Directly ahead is a living/sitting area with a large couch in front of me and facing the sliding door leading to what appears to be a spacious balcony... In front of the couch is a circular coffee table that looks very stable. That may have potential. To the right and left of the coffee table are comfortable looking easy chairs with end tables between the chairs and couch and lamps on each. To the left is the bedroom area. It is separated from the living area by the dresser with a large flat. "See, this is what I'm talking about, Mike," I said, pointing to my boner under the towel. "I keep getting these, and it's getting painful. I need a girlfriend." "I can fix that." Mike said. "Come over here." I went over, thinking he had some medical trick for easing sore boners, when he undid my towel and started sucking me off. "Hey! What are you doing?" I yelled, but Mike was deepthroating me and couldn't reply. He was good, too, far better than any girl who's ever done that to me.. I rub my nose across her hard clit as I exhale strongly into her gapped vagina. I ask her, “how many guys came in here?” as I lightly flick my tongue on her cunt lips.Between her deep breaths she quietly whispers, “three without condoms.” That reminds me of the three condoms full of cum in waiting hanging off the head board as I reply, “thanks for saving those cum sacks for us baby.” I use my tongue to lightly lap at my wife’s red, swollen cum coated lips. I love the taste as my tongue and. I took a seasonal job, part time at one of those big box electronics stores. This is where I met, well, let's call her "Patti". Patti was older than me, early forties, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, ice blue eyes. She was tall, around 5'10", long tone legs that led to very feminine, curvy hips. She was a natural 36F, and yes, they were amazing. Patti dressed modestly, she was a "good girl", went to church, was happily married, or so I thought. Like I said, she dressed modestly but, as much.