It took me a few days before I could draw up the courage to send her a message. I was anxious waiting to see if she would reply.And then it came. Ther... was a message from her in my inbox. I anxiously opened and read it. She was interested in talking. I didn’t want to get my hopes up because it often started this way but then wouldn’t pan out. I replied to her message and we started texting. After a few days we decided to meet each other. We agreed to meet somewhere public and have a coffee or. I did not want to have this conversation with him. I could picture him laughing at me or making funny jokes towards me and I did not want that. He was good at picking on me for the things that he has got to do that I have not done. “Oh come on,” he said giving me a playful nudge, I had a feeling that he was clueless as to what I was going to say. He gave me this look as if I was going to say, I wanted to be a cheerleader, but never got the chance to be one. I was thinking that was the answer I. She normally ensures that the door is properly locked, before we go to bed. But that day, somehow, the door was open and we did not notice. In dim light, I started kissing my wife and caressing her, slowly warming her up. I like fellatio (sucking) = my sucking my wife and my wife sucking me. But my wife does not like this. I do give in many times, ending up with normal sex, with different positions, to extend enjoyment. That day, after undressing her to her waist, I started sucking her tits and. He grabbed my tits, pushing them together, and kissed them. His tongue lingered over my nipples. First one side and then the other. The sensation of the cold air against the wetness was electrifying. He kissed between them and made his way toward my neck. His head lingered there as he positioned his hips onto mine. I could feel his cock against my thighs as he took ahold of it and pressed it into my tingling pussy. My pussy was still pulsating as he filled me with his cock. I hadn’t seen it.