He had stopped and was watching me, while I finger fucked myself there in my car. I had no idea he was there.No idea, until he gasped when he saw me r...ll my eyes back in my head. I was whimpering in the throes of the best orgasm I'd had in years. Don't get me wrong, my husband and I have a good sex life. I dress very special for him but he's just not home enough for me. My sex drive has increased, as his has dwindled. So here I was masturbating in my car, while looking as some young virile guys. Steve kissed and licked up and down my body. The sexual tension was like static electricity. It sparked through the room with each touch. All thoughts of my husband were gone. I could think of nothing but the man in front of me. I wanted him naked and now. I needed to see that body; put my hands on his bare skin. I wanted to touch his cock, taste it, swallow it. To avoid being seen again, we headed upstairs to my bedroom. Steve told me that every time he had seen me he wondered what I was like. Like not knowing what to do or were to start. It always felt that way after so many days, a mixture of knowing the other one with the uneasiness of not being sure were to start. It was momentarily but painfully there. Brad moved closer, with his face closer to hers now, and with a movement that felt more like a tease, he got closer, just touching. She picked on the cue and slowly they moved to kissing. It always happened that way, the uneasiness and then the passion. She liked his. After a time she popped the whole thing into her mouth and deep-throated like a tigress. When she looked up, all she saw was Adrian’ chin. His head must be buried in the river sand as he arched under her caress. Elena ran her hands along his thighs, felt his dick jump and swell. She licked around his head and sat up. “Let’s do doggy” She wriggled and Adrian watched her. He sat up on his elbows, the curly hair on his head now caked in sand; his green eyes almost closed in desire. She dropped.