And then one day, I went to the club and had the best experience of my life… I sat by the bar at Rain, a popular mingling joint downtown. Finishing...a small glass of champagne, I sat back and relaxed with the crowd. Watching the atmosphere ignite, I decided that after a hard week, I deserved this. I wore a little black dress, medium height heels and my lucky silver earrings. My hair was down and I wore no makeup besides lip-gloss. The lights were dim, romantic serenades strumming through the. He stood up and the fire was behind him, so his face was shadowed. He took his pants off and stood there erect and savored the moment. He got on his knees and knelt down slowly toward her, and put his hands to her face and kissed her lips once again. He moved down the crevice of her body until he came to her clitoris. Once he was there, he moved his hands to her breasts touch and kneading at them. His tongue moved around and around he could feel her hips move as he found her spot. At this. Before I could react, his mouth was latched on my right boob, his hands beginning to carefully massage it. The tingling returned and increased in strength.“Oh fuck Greg, this is... it’s just that... oh yes, fuck yes.” I began moaning and holding him to me. Their sensitivity had only increased throughout my pregnancy. There had been times when I had orgasmed just from him rubbing, caressing and kissing them. Now it was beyond even that sensation.Relaxing, I let the feelings flow through me. My. Then she swallowed. Once more she opened wide; all my cum was gone."That was amazing, Monica," I panted."You're welcome, Master." I love you, cutiepie."She blushed. "I love you, too, Master. I have a surprise for you, upstairs." What?" You'll see." Her smile was all promise, and I watched her naked ass as she headed up the stairs. "Are you coming, Master?" Hell, yeah!"When we reached our bedroom door she told me to close my eyes. Smiling foolishly, I let my wife lead me into the bedroom. She.