. . It was Rick - smiling that devious smile from his bed, however, it was a very different look for him . . . and I liked it! His brunette wig was ...lassic, it was like a be-hive hairdo from the early '60's. He had slightly smeared red lipstick, his eyes had a beautiful shade of shadow and was wearing see-through black bra that wrapped tightly around his chest. I could see his tits straining to get out. I stood there - not saying a word and taking him all in . . . he wore black leggings and. Carol saw me coming, smiled and introduced me to Peter.We shook hands and introduced ourselves. Peter said, "You have a beautiful wife."I smiled and said nothing.Carol said, "Peter is going to teach me to body surf."I smiled again and said nothing. There was a tingling in my groin as I thought of the sexual possibilities. Carol stood up and took Peter's hand as they walked toward the ocean. I watched as they waded into the water, still holding hands. Carol's body is pale and perfectly. I figured if I was going to go so far as to allow him to ejaculate on me, spitting on me wasn’t that much different, and if that helped get the guy off, so much the better. I suppose this comes from the fact that I tend to be the dominant one in my relationships, and the feeling of being degraded and being that submissive appealed to the inner slut in me. I intend to explore that option in much greater detail at some point in the future.Within a couple of minutes of posting the ad, I started. Tossing me on my back he laughs, and I with him. Ah, blessed Lord, pain and pleasure, is it always this good? Leaning on one arm, his other hand seeks my breast. Cupping it firmly, it’s his turn to bite, lick, and suck. Murmuring prayers to the goddess between moans and gasps, my hands cling to his shoulders, glide over his back, knot in his hair. He roams my body, using his hands and mouth as his guide. Over the mounds of my breasts, round the curves of my hips. Down the hollow of my throat,.