When asked about married life, both of them would enthusiastically answer that it was wonderful and no regrets were to be had. The problem was, Patric... had a vivid imagination. He loved his wife and relished making love to her, but he had always imagined long love making sessions full of romance and foreplay. To Alice, sex was a 'duty' she owed her husband. It was nice and relaxing, but nothing outside the basic positions, in their bed in their bedroom, and nothing else was necessary in her. I saw her checking herself out in the mirror. She looked very pleased with the clothes and started posing in front of the mirror. She was certainly enjoying it.She came out and was a bit shy, because of me. I told her the tights look great on her. I told her she looks like a dancer on MTV (that I knew she watches so much) and she blushed. I went to my room and changed into a sleeveless T-shirt and loose baggy shorts. I came to the living room where she was sitting. I noticed her staring at my. I giggled and ask, “what’s up with that?” I poked his semi erect cock with my finger and looked up at him smiling. He reached down and begin to up-zip his pant and told me if I stayed where I was that I would see what it was. I remained in my position squatting down as he freed his cock from his jeans. He told me he couldn’t help but to keep thinking back to the way I sucked his cock in his truck that night and that he had never had such an amazing blowjob. I reached up grabbing his cock. “What is it?”“I’m just listening to my brain. Sometimes I can be so stupid. My brain has been sending me all these messages...”I clambered my way off the bed and went over to the computer. “I need to do some research.”“Isn’t Google awesome?” asked Sam.“Actually, in this case, hopefully all I need is MySpace.”A little while later, I heard the phone ring in the kitchen. Before I could move, Tara yelled out “I’ll get it!” and I heard her thudding her way to the kitchen with Angie in hot pursuit..