We made out like teenagers. He raised my blouse and undid my bra, freeing my breasts. He pinched my nipples gently, sending shock waves to my already ...et pussy. He reached inside my pants and inside my panties. He started to play with my pussy. I reached for his belt and undid his pants. I freed his cock and immediately dropped to my knees. I wanted this man in the worst way. I sucked him deeply into my mouth. This was at a time that I did not even like giving blow jobs and here I was not. My wife loved the stories and would also share with me.There were several times this made me uncomfortable for several reason. First of all, Crystal still had a dick! I’m a horny 40 year old man and I know what happens when the dick takes over. In other words, I knew that enough drinks and that dick might try to find it’s way into my wife. Secondly, she was single and always flirting - even with my wife around. The last thing I wanted was my wife hanging out with somebody that attracts a bunch. ’ I stood up. ‘This bullshit is giving me a headache. Come on, beach time.’ We hit the beach, and I watched all the pretty little girls parade up and down, in brightly colored thongs and nothing else, looking for their next victim. I’m firmly convinced women can smell money on you, like a shark smells blood. Eric had pretty decent looks, and I was okay in a middle-aged man who takes care of himself kind of way. We didn’t wearing Rolexes or bling, but they’d gravitate to us, flirting, posing,. "Well, she sure seems to think you need her. She seems to truly believe that," Stacy argues. Becca retreats a little further. Stacy pulls her back into her arms. "Miss Cara, she…" Becca mumbles, hesitantly before Stacy jumps in. "She seems to want nothing but to control you. Becca, is she really helping you?" Becca sighs, deeply. Her whole body seems to sag with a burdening weight. Stacy's never quite seen Becca in this way before. She waits patiently for her girlfriend to speak. "Miss Cara is.