No stupid rubber to get in the way." She sighed, looking wistfully towards the computer room. I knew what was going through her head.I sat closer to h...r. "Why don't we jump 'em at midnight?" I suggested. "Swap partners."She turned to me, her eyes bloodshot from the pot and booze. "Oh, Steph, are you sure? I really want to, but I don't want to jeopardize our friendship." She held my hand, her eyes pleading.I thought about her husband Ken, blonde-haired, with a nice physique. His hair had started. One day I was over at my girlfriends house and we were there alone. She was in her room and I came across what looked to be a stash of porn. It was a little bit of everything, straight, gay, bisexual stuff. Then I saw a pic of me. Really good angle with my stiff cock pointed down, a nice thick cock stuffed three quarters of the way in my ass with two other loads squeezing out the sides from previous injections, and my mouth wrapped around the shaft of one of the previous cocks that had been in. She started holding me very tight and started kissing me madly. Her nails were piercing my shoulders and she got at least two orgasms. After another five mins, she told me to stop. I obeyed and she relaxed on my shoulders. After 10 min I told her to start.She did and climbed over me, and started kissing and biting my nipples, I was so excited and never thought that are is so sensitive.After 10 min I tried to enter into her again, but somehow she wasn’t ready yet felt very painful. So I stopped. " Oh, Stan."Something in her voice made him look up. She was looking directly at him, now, with a relieved expression. "I know you said I'd done nothing, but I was worried." She looked away, then back to him. "It's been six months, Stan," she said, with compassion."Only six months," he replied, softly but with conviction. "It's too soon." Stanley Hinch, look at me," she said. He complied. "Last night was a totally innocent drink and chat between two friends. Nothing more than that. We both.