She sank into him feeling his substance intoxicated by his essence. ‘You look so good babe,’ he said and inhaled the salty air infused with her h...ady natural perfume.’ You ready for this, it’s our last night here.’ He whispered in her ear, his mouth laid kisses down her neck, eliciting a small shudder of thrill. She didn’t speak just yet, instead to answer him, let her fingers explore his bare chest, and down his to his mid-section. She tilted back her head, waiting for the fiery kisses she. I would sometimes almost beg my wife to wear them for me when we would have sex. She never really enjoyed wearing tights and eventually as with my sex drive my love of her wearing tights also vanished.Anyway back to present day, it was finally here, the day we were going to travel to Amsterdam to help my now sex charged wife finally live out here fantasy of a threesome with two guys.We took the plane to Amsterdam and arrived the night before the big day. We went out for a meal, we chatted bout. . safe, sort of, in a comfortably dangerous way that helped me much more than spiralling drug abuse and sex with random strangers.It wasn't a lyrically romantic love like I'd known with Sarah, not the heady rush of raw emotions, but love grew between us, steadily, almost imperceptibly, until I badly wanted to say it, to tell Margaret how I felt. Their were opportunities aplenty, but something held me back, a fear that uttering those words would break the magic, that allowing myself to confirm. I stroked upwards allowing my thumb to run over the underside of his head and across the tip. He let out a low moan as his eyes became slivers.After several minutes, precum started to form and I rolled it around the head. I took my other hand and massaged his balls which caused more moaning. He started swaying his hips back and forth in rhythm. This continued on for about another 10 minutes and I was surprised he hadn't cum yet. I was beginning to think I was losing my touch. I decided to up.