It was summer term – my last term at school before university. I was studying a bit, moping around a lot and listening to music like it was about to...be banned completely.One Saturday night I went to a gig. Three local bands at the oh-so-cool Ex-Servicemen’s Club. The first lot, Plan W, were terrible, with an incompetent guitarist and a half-hearted girl singer who had lyric sheets on a music stand and wasn’t sexy enough to inspire a fantasy even in someone as easily pleased as me.When the. ? I beamed. ?That sounds perfect. Let me just flip the bitch over.? ** Turning over Matthew was an erotic experience itself. First I let him usea hand mirror to scoop up whatever cum he could from his face onto his fingersand lick it all off, little by little. I wanted to make sure he was sufficiently ?cleanedup? before his next performance. The bench was equipped with a special pull-away hole in the middle at crotchlevel, so that even face down, Matthew's cock was exposed on the other. Their legs side by side, playing footsie as he made sweet love to my oil covered wife. Both moaning softly now as the pace quickened. He continued kissing her neck and cheek as her arms lay underneath and tried fondling his cock as it slid inside. Fingers touching him lightly as his girth disappeared in and out, in and out, shiny with oil and her wetness.She started to buck her pelvis upwards, taking him so deep inside as a shudder suddenly filled her body and she hid her orgasm in the pillows.. I had beenmasturbating, pretty much nonstop, since I was about 8years old. I think my first actual entrance into a pussywas when I was about 11 and my sister was about 9. Thatwas pretty intense and it continued for several years,but I was still quite na�ve about the desires and needsand the capacity of the female sexual drive.To put this thought into perspective, I had no idea thatgirls orgasmed until after I was married. I know, prettybackwards.Flash forward about 5 years from when I met.