She then focussed her attention to my perineum and balls, sometimes lightly tickling my anus as well. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the feelings....I was bucking with my hips, moaning out loud and breathing heavily. Then she spoke for the first time: “look at me”. I opened my eyes and saw her looking me in the eyes. She looked at me with a lovingly look in her eyes but a big grin around her mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, and now I have you here like this, you are not. My advance copy of ‘Casanova’ had arrived, the one with the short story I wrote freelance. Editing pays the bills, but my own writing gives my life meaning. The cover looked like just another issue with The Girls Of Whatever Conference, but when I turned to the table of contents to see where my story was, it turned out it was a retrospective commemorating 30 years of those pictorials. They started with a couple pictures from the very first one. One woman was wearing bell-bottoms and no shirt.. In the coming months my wife started to take some liberties with some of our friends (mostly while drinking), and got comfortable with the odd kiss and grope. She'd sit in other guy's laps, dance, grind, and flaunt her beautiful boobs and ass. The worst I witnessed was once when she wound up showering naked with two guys and later that night decided to shave one of their genitals. I was there, and for some reason participated in videotaping the whole thing.Then one day my wife decided to make. This time she had put her leg over her thigh and I could clearly see her entire thigh almost up to her panty, but not completely. I really wanted to see and I slowly put my pen down and bend over to take the pen and tried to get a peek of her panty.She suddenly caught me taking a peek and immediately sat up. I got scared and took the pen in a hurry and looked into the book as if nothing had happened. I could feel that she was sitting there and staring at me. I didn’t have the guts to look at.