I lift off her shirt. Small breasts tumble out. Brown spot by her belly button. I put my mouth on her, her fingers run through my hair.Her jeans, tigh... flared, torn at the knee. I pry at them with my fingers until she does it for me. My shirt lifts off over my head, gets stuck. Our bodies press together, warm to warm.On her knees in 2020, my wife Alexis has my cock in her mouth. Hot water streams around us. My fingers in her hair.In 1990, Alexis's hand drifts to my crotch. I shed my pants. We. Thirty yards on, I saw a sign-post, directing towards a sauna. “Bet it’s nice and warm in there” I blurted out to Tom. Tom nodded his head in agreement, “don’t suppose you want to go for a sauna?” said Tom.“Mmm, yes I would,” I replied. Tom almost dropped my shopping and gaped at me in astonishment.“Would you really?” he said.“Yes why not, it’s bloody freezing out here and I could do with a bit of warming up.” (Have you ever said something in jest and strange things happen?) Well we. I grab her left cheek and smack the right, I rotate between the two. I smack them just hard enough to leave some redness but not cause too much pain. She is enjoying so much of this that her arms start to get tired and she lays them down so that now just her ass is in the air and I take advantage of this moment. I grab some lube I have near me, I pull out and put some on and start to put it in her ass. She doesn't decline, just lays there, moaning in pleasure and I go in deeper and the moaning. When the call ended, I wondered if the guys and her were done or if they planned to fuck her all night.The next morning for her/night for me, I received a text message asking me if I enjoyed the night before. I told her I absolutely loved it except I'd love to know which ex boyfriend she was fucking. She said that she wanted to keep it a secret to add to the spice of the situation and that she might want to do it again sometime and didn't want to ruin it. I accepted that answer and now wonder.