I loved the way he licked me with his tongue stroking my clit and circling my vagina, going in and out of it sometimes. He made me feel awesome. Then...he got up and took off his clothes, he asked me if I could lick his dick, I was unsure but said that I could give it a try. He kneeled on top of me as I was still lying on the sofa and brought his dick near my mouth. I held it in my hands and felt it for sometime, it felt good, then I started kissing it, gradually I started licking it, it didn’t. I sat on an exercise machine that felt like a piano bench cushion in the unfinished room. I watched the actress’s entrance up until this line:“So what about you? Husband, Boyfriend, Girlfriend?”Her last word was accompanied by a mischievous smile at the camera with her brown eyes heating me up in the cold uninsulated.My crushes on women in my red journal are confusing to read. My fantasies for men were so prolific, that I was inherently suspicious of small slivers of attention towards women. I. It was now getting dark and my head was still swimming but there was something familiar about that guy. As I squinted he approached Steve and I in our post-quoital sweaty panting bliss.It was my husband- Chris.What happened next? You'd never guess. I know I wouldn't.Steve got up and got dressed, real casual. I was frozen, trying to think of something to say to Chris. He just kind of stared at me. Steve started to leave- then on his way out shook hands with Chris! "Thanks, man," my husband said.. “Why’d you stop, sir?” she asked with spit settling around her mouth.“Don’t question me,” he shoved her down onto his cock and held it for fifteen seconds again before pulling her off. Tears and mascara trickled down her freckled face as she came up panting.“Sorry si-”“Never mind all of that. I want to know, Jennifer; would you let me fuck you like this if I demanded it?” he turned the phone towards her, allowing her to see his wife Celia being decimated by this stranger.“I want you do that to.