It was 11:00pm on a typical weeknight at my house and I was trying to work my wife's thoughts around to some sex. To say that her interest in sex had ...allen over the past few years was an understatement, we had gone from everyday, to every other day, to a couple of times a month, and I don't think she would even care all that much about ever having sex except when I forced the issue. I was frustrated to say the least and masturbated at least three times a week, but that did not seem to help the. Belinda was breathless as she finally opened the washing machine and hunted for her yoga pants. She freed the key from its Lycra and spandex prison and bounced back to the cell. She drew back the bolts and turned the freshly washed key in the lock.“I thought you’d forgotten me,” James said, shielding his eyes from the light that streamed in behind his bikini-clad jailer. He wrapped his muscled arms around Belinda’s waist, “And this bikini has been having too much fun,” he breathed as he slid it. I am getting a hardon as I pull back around to the very back. I pull up and park. I catch a glimpse of headlights shinning onto my car. The vehicle pulls up and parks next to me. It is the Dakota. The guy is Bud. He is dressed the same. He waves me over. I am so excited I can’t wait to feel his meat in my mouth. I get in and he already has his dick out. It is semi hard and I go down on him, taking his large tool in my mouth. I start sucking, taking his whole 9” down my throat. I bob and bob. I. Putting the car into park, I locked the doors and slid back my seat. Carla gave me a thoroughly fake whore's smile and reached for my zipper. I'm not poorly endowed, but I'm not a giant. She made the standard noises of appreciation for my size, though, while she worked my dick with her hand. I was already erect, but I appreciated the stroking. I relaxed as she leaned forward into my lap, and in seconds I was fulfilling my High School fantasy. Carla Dawes was sucking my dick.She was very good,.