When we arrived in his suite I sat back in one of those cushy hotel chairs as Curt undressed. He told me that he was married for almost 10 years and e...joyed married life. Sex was okay at home with the exception of blow jobs, his wife wouldn't at all. "Maybe you're not really missing anything," I teased.He explained how and why we were meeting today. It seems that his wife of many years had become liberated . One night as he and his wife were in bed she informed him that she wouldn't suck his. While she was being eaten out, Carol stuck three fingers into Denise and finger fucked her as hard as she could, showing me her cunt, split wide apart with half a fist jammed inside. Denise’s hips were bucking frantically at the onslaught and a muffled “Oh fucking hell” came from the vicinity of Carol’s tongue lashed cunt. Carol squirted in ecstatic reaction, nearly drowning poor Denise below her. She tried to swallow, but the sheer volume and sudden gush had it pouring from her. Slowly she lets her lips find yours, her tongue slowly parting your lips. You're scared, not wanting...not sure...but as she kisses you , you know you can't stop. Your mouth crushes into hers, your tongues dancing together. Her hands find your tight ass squeezing it, pulling it against her. As the two of you grind your pussies together, I slide behind you and run my hands up the front of your shirt. My hand squeezes your tits hard, pulling the nipples rings the way you like it. The blond backs. He confessed that his religious guilt was in some sense entwined with his excitement. Everyone around him would be shocked that he had been intimate with a man. They would be disgusted with him and would ostracise him from the church. The truth was that being penetrated by a mans erect cock was like a spiritual experience for him. He felt full. Satisfied. He acknowledged he was cheating but but somehow felt safe with me. Being fellated had awakened him and transported him to a world of pure.