Why was it touching her?Why didn't she notice?Her eyes opened, looking up into mine. Rachel let out a long gasp, grinding against me, clearly enjoying...the creature's attention.Oh god, she did notice!I had one moment of panic."Rachel... what the..." Shhh... shh... relax," Rachel whispered, looking up at me. "Let it happen..."I flinched away as it touched me, the suction cup slippery and hard, a nervous scream rising up from my very soul only to be swallowed with an otherworldly forgetfulness.The. I do know that when she was gone on her trips, I lay alone in bed at night and had erotic dreams of my wife hundreds of miles away, in a hotel bed naked with some naked stranger between her legs pleasuring her. Maybe it was me. I didn’t turn her on any more. I will admit that I had no sexual experience before getting married. I’ve always been on the shy side and not aggressive at all where women are concerned. Looking back, there was one thing that was suspicious. On telephone calls while. As a c***d i had always been into dancing and my parents had always encouraged my sister and i so explore all types of dance, we went through them all from tap to ballroom to later on inlife pole dancing. My father had always been my knight in shinning armour, and a rock to both of us when mum was taken ill.when she sadly passed away he became chef,bottle washer,guide in everything he knew it all anything I asked he always had a answer, for both of us whilst always encouraging us to do our own. Since I had nothing better to do (I'm too old for trick or treat) I decided having a beer and checking out all the silly costumes would be fun. I sat near the bar and almost immediately a sexy, slinky brunette caught my eye. She was wearing a light blue dress, black seamed stockings, and dark brown "fuck-me" pumps. After a short time I went over and said hello. She was smart and funny, and we really seemed to get along nicely, but with the loud music it was hard to keep a conversation.