A number of my husband’s friends had made passes at me ever since he and I were an item, those guys married, committed and single soon found I was n...w open to offers. At this time I was also finding that there was more to sex than shagging and oral and some of “these friends” wanted to see how far they could push me, with things their own woman wouldn’t allow. Some wanted kinky stuff like anal and watersports play, some wanted to be dominated by me and some to dominate me, some wanted all of. Candace was up on the tips of her big and second toes. Index toes? Her spine whipped as I slapped her butt off the shower stall tiles.“What about us?” She moaned. Some of the girls were counting. Four. I pulled back, “I;ll need more than this!”“What do you need?” I heaved in time to the breathless echo of five, “What do you want?”“I need to feel desired again,” She pleaded, “My husband doesn’t--I want another child.”I slipped back. Pulling out of her spasming cunt. Her confession scared. He said it was just an experimental procedure and he was hoping if I saw how it took place it might help my problem as well. I told him the ointment he had sent home in my wife's panties last week had done wonders already. He smiled and said he was glad to hear that.He asked where we would like the treatment to take place, if said if we preferred not to do in our marriage bed, he could do it on our dining room table. My wife said she thought it would be more comfortable in our bed. I told him. We were going to watch the motorbike racing as his birthday treat, which meant both of us getting the bike leathers on so we could ride his Ducati to the track, and pretty soon my mind was wandering. I loved him in his leathers, the way they hugged his tight torso and the great ass.I started to slide my hand down under my clothes and into my thong and started playing with my clit.My mind started racing as I dreamt of racing down country lanes on the pillion of the bike, holding onto him as.