That’s usually the ticket to some sex for hubby and I. But, after eight years of wedded bliss, sex had oftentimes lost its edge. Kiss a little. Rub ... little. Suck a little (if I was lucky). Fuck a little. Come. I wanted this evening to be more special. To have more excitement, more energy.“I’m going to rinse off before bed. Can you bring us up a drink?” I was sure he was anticipating the lovemaking as I was.The shower heightened my arousal. I’d been thinking sex all day. I touched myself and. Pulling my hands away from hers, I slowly traced my sandy finger tips over her hips and up her stomach. Moving one hand away to untie the bikini top behind her neck, the other trailed softly through her exposed cleavage. As the straps fell loose on her shoulders, I slipped both hands under her top and carefully encircled her hardening nipples with my fingers. I felt her head push back against my chest as a light gasp escaped her lips. I continued to caress her attentive breasts until my clear. However, they remembered me after an eternity of lack of contact. I know a bit about swinging, and often couples who look for chicks as secondary partners, move to younger ones all the time. I was a good fuck then for both of them, but I thought I was history. What do the flowers mean? Hopefully, there will be a diary entry later if we manage a rendez-vous. And so, that would be the end of my week sexually, if the Rumanian girl, Neti who lives above my flat hadn't called round yesterday. She is. Time slipped by unmarked with your digit lodged in my back passage and your fingers gently stroking me until I felt myself dissolving into an oblivion of contentment. A greater moment of intimacy I had never known. The connection between us was more than physical, more than friendship, but spiritual, almost sacred in its purity. I seemed to be floating on golden clouds of love and acceptance supported only by a fleecy vapor securely cradling my naked body. "It is enough," your voice whispered.