As it soon became a habit, we would clean up together in the clawfoot bath after our fun and games.We played a little more later, just finger fucking ...ach other until we came as deeply kissing each other as we did. It was a wonderful reunion.And so it began. Every Wednesday she was here, we played and talked, and came and came. We chatted about our husbands, how much we enjoyed being with them, but this was something different which gave a different satisfaction. Sometimes one or the other. Our bodies meet the rhythm our sex has created and he tenses his thickness within me. I whimper and he begins to kiss my neck, biting my delicate skin to tease my weakness. I love his kisses on my neck, his lips are full and sumptuous, a total pout when he has the playful mood for humouring my photography requests or orders. Gently, Ethan guides me down and turns me onto my back effortlessly. His fitness and my small build enable our athleticism in exploring the karma sutra of sex. He kisses my. I opened my door and was totally surprised. I wondered if I had forgotten a date or was I supposed to meet her somewhere?Sloane kissed me hello and waltzed past me into the apartment. She flopped down on my crash pad and asked for a beer. What the hell? She never drank in the afternoon; I know I had tried to get her to. I gave her a beer and sat down next to her."Did I forget a date or something Sloane? I'm glad to see you but what are you doing here?" I was puzzled."I have some questions for. Like all the men I find myself attracted to, Andy was completely unattainable. Married. With kids. That didn’t stop me from fantasising about him every available moment of the day. And night. At this particular moment, hands still roving my body, I tried to imagine what it would be like to take him home with me. Tonight was the Christmas party, and with the company paying for drinks it was sure to be an entertaining night. I immersed myself in thoughts of seducing a drunken Andy. The way I.