I reached out myself and massaged his dick through the sweats. i could tell there was nothing under them, and it only made me hornier. He undid my pan...s and started tugging on my now throbbing prick. we worked our hands on each other for a minute or two, then i hurriedly undressed. He lay on the bed as i got undressed. I remember seeing a glint of light off the tip of his cock as a tiny bit of pre-cum formed. i got on the bed next to him and he leaned into me. we started working each others. He wouldn’t hurt her, she could tell. He seemed to be testing her response, gauging the look on her face, and then he kissed her again, their lips making full contact and parting slightly. Her hands - still trembling - slid along his wide torso and settled on his broad shoulders. She didn’t quite know what to do with her hands, wasn’t sure she even wanted this to happen. His gloved fingers tangled through the blonde curls which fell in a curtain down her back, and the kiss he graced her with. It was my lucky number when I was young, and I still consider it to be now; for me, it’s definitely the best number in the bedroom. I’ve been with my girlfriend Tara for almost 3 years now, and the spark has never gone from our relationship. We both have a pretty high sex drive and we’re always up for trying new things, so getting into the swinging scene seemed like a natural progression for us. Don’t get me wrong – Tara fulfils all my needs and completely satisfies. We’re not swingers because. My wife popped out of her office, a naughty grin. “Ooh, I had a wonderful time with Ashlea Botterill twenty minutes ago. She had a 'tummy ache,' but I soothed her. She loved her treatment.”She sauntered toward me. Her breasts swayed in her pink scrub top, her bra clearly removed. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I tasted a spicy musk, similar to Becky's cream, on her mouth.“Mmm, I can tell,” I said, my dick throbbing against her. “She had a cherry,” my wife added. “That was fun.