Some light touching and snuggling in bed. But I know the typical cop out if I ask for more. She’ll have a headache, or feel too bloated, or too tire.... ‘Maybe tomorrow’ is always the response. I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and lean in slowly to start spooning her from behind. My dick starts to engorge beneath my shorts in anticipation, poking up between her buttcheeks. The insane softness of the clothes she wears to bed is always such a turn-on. A long sleeve shirt that couldn’t be any. On the plus side is the provision of long distance relationships and opportunities for honing one’s proclivity for talking dirty. The negative side should be obvious and flows directly from the positive. Still, the s**ttered moments of sheer exhilaration should not be denigrated. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration. She sat silently as she heard the stranger rattle the chain of the swing as they sat beside her. She contemplated speaking, unsure how the person would respond. To her shock, they spoke first, causing her to jump in surprise. Did they follow her out here? Who were they anyway? “Getting some fresh air?” The stranger asked. His voice was unexpected, deep but kind. “Yeah, it was getting pretty warm in there. It’s nice to get a breather you know. What about you?” Sophie was hesitant to ask the. I’d love that!”“I think you need to give him a chance to back down though,” I said. “Tell him we only talked tonight, and then spell out what this cuckolding will mean. He might just be thinking about a once for all meeting. We meet once, have sex, and that’s it. He has to know that he’ll lose control completely. It will be long term.”She thought about that.“Yes,” she said. “He has to fully appreciate the risks – that I might want to carry on with our ‘affaire d’amour’ long after he has had.