I lay back, encouraging him -- he entered me -- completely. I was his first and he was so strong, so vigorous. He thrust again and yet again, finally ...xploding with an orgasm. We lay quietly together as he spurted and spurted finally ending and withdrawing. We lay together on the pine needle blanket, gazing at each other, love in our eyes. Danny revived, his erection returning -- he nudged me -- I rolled over onto my knees, pulled my knees up under me, my behind raised high and eager. I. Im not s-strong enough. Harry, said Ginny softly as she placed her hands on his cheeks and wiped his tears away, you will. Dumbledore believed in you. Your friends believe in you …….and I believe in you Harry, said Ginny as she gave the top of his head a kiss. Slowly, the two of them lowered themselves onto the bed, Harry resting his head on Ginnys chest as she continued to stroke his hair fondly. After what seemed an age, Harry finally calmed down as he placed a hand on Ginnys tummy. Im sorry. I won't sit here innocently expecting you to believe I don't do this on purpose, because I love being an exhibitionist and he's seen me many times, stole panties off the washing line and generally, we have some fun with it. An understanding between us that it goes no further, though I admit I have fantasised about the three of us together many times before now. I made the decision not to do anything sexual anymore, since I didn't want to blur the boundaries to what was or should be acceptable.. First, I love to fuck - I'm the closest thing to a nymphomaniac that you're ever going to find - but I love my husband and even though he is great in bed he just can't satisfy me. No man can, so I fuck around on him. I'm careful and he doesn't know, but I do and it makes me feel guilty. To ease the guilt or to make up for giving away what's his I only fuck men who can help him in some way. I know it is a rationalization thing, but it helps me live with being an unfaithful slut. So the question.