I decide that it is time to change, and push you off of me and lay you on the ground. Straddling you, I kiss you from your neck, over your breasts and...down to your panties and pussy. I spread your legs and pull the panties to the side to allow my tongue to taste you. As my tongue runs up and down the length of your lips, your pussy opens a little to reveal the pink, wet inside. I enjoy the taste of your pussy while watching your nipples harden and turn dark brown. While I could continue to. I wiped my hands and went into the dining room. She had a chair set up in the middle of the room and asked me to take the crystals off the chandelier so she could wash them. She was standing with her hands on the back of the chair to support it as I climbed up.Once up on the chair, I started removing the crystal teardrops, a few at a time, and handing them down to her. As I did so I noticed that her face was just below and just a few inches away from my crotch. The idea of her being so close to. I mumbled something about how I just remembered some chores I was supposed to get done or some lame excuse and I split. Now 40 years and 3 failed marriages later with no telling how many women in between I can still tell you that my greatest turn on is when they struggle. Seeing that look in their eyes change from anger at me to anger at them because their body is betraying them is my high. The problem is, role play works a little while but it’s not real. The struggles aren’t quite hard enough. He reached around me and grabbed my tits and pulled my naked body hard against his. Again my heart filled with love for my husband. Just one month ago this scene would have been unimaginable. Then Fred changed the rules of our marriage, and I had taken advantage of the new rules, and stretched them somewhat, to experiment with group sex, and here we were waiting our turn to perform something similar to what we were watching. Wow! Brad was standing close to Fred and me. His stiff cock told me.