The idea immediately shifted my focus to my vulva. I wanted to touch myself more intimately; I wanted my fingers inside me!I turned off the light and ...ot into bed. I had a much greater feeling of raw sexuality compared to my usual masturbation sessions when my hands were down my pajamas. While often intense, masturbating with my pajamas on gave a sense of discretion, privacy and reservation.There was something immensely erotic about being naked for the sole purpose of wanton sexual. They came in and sat on the sofa, and I was a bit tense and walking in front of them.Me: Can I offer you something like water, coffee, or wine?Selina: No, honey, we are ok. Why did you call us over?Rob: We are always happy to visit. But we feel like there is something deep going on in your mind. You know, you can tell us anything. Come, take a seat.Me: I’ll directly get to the point. I ran out of money to pay for the new house band. You know that I’m not getting enough shifts to make some. I loved his demeanor when we fucked, his otherwise goofy personality becoming naturally dominant whenever he was inside me."You love this big black cock, don't you Anna." Tyrone would tease, stuffing me full, satisfying me in that way I was now completely addicted too."I do Tyroneby. Fuck me hard." We would kiss each other passionately, and he would continue to tease me, to humiliate my husband in a shamefully perverse way that turned me on as well. Taunting as he fucked me while my husband. “Aside from that fashion faux pas, I notice that you did choose for yourself a matching half-slip and panty set. Top dresser drawers, right side, David?”He nodded.David did not move an inch. He remained immobile, standing there clutching the slip and skirt up around his waist. The bulge in the panty made by his private parts was minimal. Probably shrunken up underneath his armpits and caused more by sheer fright than cold.I stood in front of him and gestured with my hand that he should lower.