For...you.. He felt my hard nipples and sucked them hungry into his mouth. He placed his erect cock in between my breasts and within several minutes...he was squirting his load all over my breasts. I was gasping for breath, but realized that we both were sexualy tightly wound springs, and one orgasm, no matter how powerful,was going to release all the tension. "Hon...let's finish...this at...home. I....need a...breather." I was done in with my orgasm at my office and pleasuring him at. It almost sounds like children talking or whispering in some magical playground. He towers above me, and breathing a soft sigh, he turns me to face him. So gently, so slowly he draws me hard up against his broad muscular chest. Another fragrance becomes present. The scent of a male. Perhaps he too can breath in my body. My arms creep up and circle his neck and I mold my body to his. Now, trapped between us, is his shaft. It resides in a pocket created by my tummy as I press firmly against his. You’ve been a very bad girl.” “Yes, I have.” I drained the remaining mouthful of house white. “But don’t bad girls get a chance to redeem themselves? You know, through their actions maybe?” He seemed amused. “After everything you’ve done today, are you throwing yourself at me?” “Pretty much.” “You’re incorrigible.” “Undoubtedly.” “What can you offer?” “What do you want?” “I asked first.” I submissively lowered my face a little and shot him a coquettish look. “How about a few more-than-willing. She began to tell me how her new husband is a little kinky when in town, but he travels for work a lot and is always on the road.She asked me how my sex life was going and I told her just fine. As we kept drinking my Ex kept getting more graphic. About midnight, when she got up to go to the bathroom, she leaned over and gave me a kiss. She caught me off guard, as she would never do that when we had been married.She came back from the bathroom she quickly grabbed my hand, and with the other.