This was enough, barely, to satisfy my increasing need for sperm to eat. I had come to the realization that I was a "cum addict" with all that entail....One night when I got in from school, I noticed that the wife was in an unusually bubbly mood. I did't inquire as the background would soon come to the front, if the past was any indication. When we got in bed that night, first a wet kiss on the mouth, then she began to go after my "command buttons", as mentioned before, my nipples. I knew. The coaching process was simple, I would consult with the individual or couple, assess the underlying message in what they were saying to me, and help them interpret it themselves. If it was a husband who was bored with his marital sex, we’d tease out what that meant, work through his fantasies and find out what would excite him in his sex life. Then we’d work on ways for him to open that discussion with his wife, or maybe to ask her to consider joining him in the coaching. If it was a wife who. But it was all his. He was very excited and celebrated with a house-warming party. He and his gorgeous girlfriend Sara invited myself, Natalie, Lisa and Emily (all of whom were friends of Dan’s) to the pokey little flat for a Friday night drinking session. We all got fairly hammered and long past midnight, when talk began of getting home, Dan suggested that we just crash for the night in the room with him. He had plenty of spare bedding because the flat had come with a couple of duvets and he. Whatever. I didn't care one way or the other.He leaned in to kiss me.This was what I was waiting for.Kissing is my big thing. I think I would be happy just to spend hours making out with a guy. I'm good at it and addicted to it. I won't meet up with any man who doesn't kiss.I'd been waiting since March for this.He didn't disappoint. I felt his lips on mine. Gently at first. He didn't rush bull at a gate style, tongue flapping to get into my mouth. Though I'd have been very happy with that as.