We talk late into the night. The conversation is sometimes indirect, but we touch on solo and mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and even ...ral sex.Every time we broach a new topic, I assure Wendy that I’d be delighted to demonstrate. She dances around my offers. Never accepting them, but never rejecting them either.Toward the end, I confess to having had an erection for hours. With a very sweet giggle, she confides the conversation had been very "exciting" for her as well. Before we. But he didn't want to betray his wife by being with another woman. What to do?We went around and around about it for a few weeks before the trip was to happen. He reluctantly agreed to meet me but insisted there be absolutely no touching. Not even a handshake or a hug hello. He wanted me to tease him, with no touching. We would both masturbate for each other. I understood his wishes and agreed to meet him.The day came. He was in my state, a short drive away from me. After work, I drove to his. “Aren’t you hungry?”Heading out of the room, I answered, “I got something to do this afternoon. And no, I ain’t fucking hungry.”I didn’t say it, but I thought to myself that I was looking for somebody ELSE who was “fucking hungry”!By the time I finished my drink, it was going on 8 AM. John and Grant were down in the playroom watching some porn and horsing around. I let the dog hop on the bed and shut the bedroom door. I stripped, set the alarm for 2 that afternoon and got in bed with the. I was practically pleading with myself to slide my hand lower but I didn't want to make this go very quickly. I knew as soon as I slid my fingers into my wet, waiting pussy, I was going to be on edge as it was.I pushed up my shirt to expose my black lace bra, teasing my nipples with the pads of my left hand's fingers. A slight moan escaped my lips when I realized it was best not to make any noise out loud. Easier said than done.It was two stories in when I slid my hand down underneath the thin.