We made our way to the living room where I sat on the sofa and she lifted her skirt up and sat on my knee. Kissing me deeply again as I ran my hands u... her back then round to her tits. I took her nipples in my mouth for the first time at last, sucking on them till they got hard. She seemed to be enjoying it as she was grinding her pussy against my hardening cock. I moved between each of her nipples. Enjoying every minute of them. She soon got up of me and moved to her knees again, opening my. He rolled her hardening nipples between his thumbs and fingers while asking, “Does your husband suck on your nipples?”“Not really. He does like playing with them though,” Abigale softly admitted.“Has he ever tit fucked you?” while pushing her fabulous D-cup breasts together, forming a nice little cavity between them.“Only once, and it was totally disgusting. He spurted his cum on me. I felt humiliated afterwards and told him so. He never tried that again,” the beautiful wife said, in a soft. My emotions were racing out of control jealousy and sexually turned on. We went to a lot of parties where Carol would dance erotically with many men. It led to us inviting a young man back to our house. They ended up making passionate love on our bed while I watched. We both loved the experience. It was a wild and sexually charged evening. It brought it closer together and made us more loving toward each other. The memory fueled our sex talk and fantasies. We wanted to do it again. We searched. Thus, they became more fiction than reality, relegated to tall tales or, more often, dark, spooky stories filled with villainy and treason. As time passed, much like dragons, they became the antagonists of stories meant to instruct children on being ‘good’: “be a good boy or girl or the elves will steal you and replace you with your fetch!”Finally overcoming his awe, the herald started again. “M-m-my Queen and King,” he stuttered slightly, his voice ebbing and flowing even as he strove to be.