We had fallen into a comfortable rut, usually some heavy petting once or twice a week followed by me eating her out to her Big Bang and then mounting ...er to ride out and extend her string of orgasms. Now and then we would spice it up with anal or be in the mood for straight quick dirty fucking or the occasional D/s scene. I am always looking forward to a certain look she gets when she is consumed by lust -- eyes vague, eyelids half-closed, jaw slack, breasts heaving and those long nipples hard. Go ahead now and give it a taste. You know you want to, and I will never tell anyone unless we agree to it first. Come one, man, you can fulfill some of your cuckold fantasies and give me a lot pf pleasure at the same time.”I knew that he was really enjoying the feel of my cock, but he was still hesitant to suck me and was not moving his mouth to my dick. I slowly moved my hand behind his head and gently pulled him towards my lap, and that must have been what he was waiting for, so he wouldn’t. Steven finally took pity on me and enveloped me in a bear hug. He pressed my face to his chest, his fingers gently stroking my hair. My tears soaked into his shirt, and I just cried and let him hold me. ‘Because we just can’t. I’m so sorry Steven. But we just can’t…’ I whispered this into his chest, knowing he’d still be able to hear it, and continued to sob like my heart was breaking, which it was. I’d never planned this. I didn’t want to be the one getting comforted as I broke up with. Veronica ran a finger around and around the rim of her glass, clearly thinking and composing herself. She began, still looking down at her glass, “When Helen and I kissed, it was quite… well, different and exciting, I suppose. Nice and soft, you know.” She looked up at me and quickly down again. She’d got my attention. “It was the same when she first fondled my breasts and sucked my nipples. I quite liked the feel of hers, as well. But…” Veronica took a deep breath…“when we got naked on her bed.