’ Happy to oblige, he stopped his ministrations and leaned over the bed to turn the lamp on, using his damp fingers to trail my juices down my tors.... ‘You might want to grab onto the headboard, sweetheart, I ain’t about to be gentle right now.’ I curled my fingers around the top of the strong oak as he sank most of his rock solid length inside me with a hard grunt. Opening up my thighs wider to accommodate him, he thrust his final inch into me and a rough noise bubbled out of my throat. He. She'd fuck any guy any where and didn't care if I watched, or participated or whatever it is I did as long as she got fucked. There were several times we'd go pick up a guy, she'd fuck him in the back seat, I'd watch in the re-view mirror they'd both cum, we'd drop him off and she'd say "Okay, let's find another one."I never really participated, but my did I love to watch. The smells, the sounds. Fuck, it would get me so horney that sometimes I would masterbate in the front seat while i. And new, especially when it was suggested by my wife, usually meant exciting!Oral sex was our old standby, dating back to the time when we were high school sweethearts and used to sneak quick tastes of each other whenever we could get away with it. Somehow, while still mutually pleasurable all these years later, it was also very comfortable. It was certainly a routine, but I never thought of it as a rut.So despite our experiments in bringing pleasure to each other throughout our marriage, I had. Dave looked at me top to bottom. He reached his hand toward mine, and brushed his fingertips against my arm. I had to stifle an audible intake of breath. Then he pulled me to him and held me tight. His breath was warm in my hair, against my ear. If I had an engine, it would have revved. His lips nibbled at my ear and tears almost sprang to my eyes. I wished I could just lie down on the floor, put up my legs and let him root around to his heart’s content (and mine). I became flushed and dizzy,.