She was whore in bed and always horny, I had always wondered if I would be able to keep up with her in bed. Her eyes opened and saw me jerking my cock...off and she motioned me to come over. She slowly slid the dildo out from between her legs, it was one of her larger dildos. She had a thing for bigger cocks. This dildo was new, I had never seen this one before. She must’ve bought this on her own. The dildo is longer than the ones that we had previously bought, it had to of been at least 10. She worked on bringing me to as state of arousal so profound that when we finally reached our orgasm it felt like I was having multiple and prolonged orgasm’s forever. Vicky snuggled down and nuzzled my neck whispering “We never made it to dinner.” I looked at her with a smile and said “Room service!” I ordered a nice locally caught seafood dinner and a bottle of chardonnay from room service as Vicky tossed me a robe out of the bathroom took a shower. I lay back on the bed and thought about. Perhaps I am fortunate - lucky - or observant and focused. I believe it's more the latter than the former.I spend a fair amount of social media time on sexual chat sites. Over the past month, I met a guy - married - who has been discussing varietal sex with me. He has been discussing 3-way sex with his wife, and revealed that to me. I encouraged open, frank discussions - to lead up to an informed consent or refusal regarding incorporated sex. After a couple of weeks of chatting, I suggested a. She noticed his wedding band and how his eyes followed Miranda. Sighing toherself she thought, ‘I did my part, it’s really none of my business anyway.’ Miranda reappeared. ‘George it’s time for my break, let’s get out of this noise.’ ‘Ok.’ He followed her into the back of Bubba’s and down a dark dank hall to a door marked ‘Employee’s Lounge.’ The room was ugly inside, old bar tables that had seen better days and mismatched chairs, a industrial sized coffee pot and a couple of vending machines..