I decided that tonight - in this sexy little theater - would be the night - if I could pull it off. The two original guys were still back there behind...the half wall, and still playing with each other and watching my every move.I was obviously turning them on. So I boldly moved close to them and took a cock in each hand. They were rock hard - I hope from watching my performance up front. They immediately began running their hands over my body, my smooth hard cock and even playing with my big. They had sex only occasionally, and even less after her husband had a heart attack about a year into the marriage. He recovered well and seemed to show no lingering effects, but after that he became paranoid about sexual activity, saying that he feared it would trigger another episode.This didn’t bother Jane too much, as their sex had not been very exciting, but she grew increasingly restless, searching for something that she couldn’t name. Her mother had been very religious and very sexually. He became very conscious of the light floral fragrance of her body and hair. He near-silently breathed it in.She sensed how he was reacting and a sneaked glance down showed how he was reacting. Damned glad I took a shower this morning, she thought.And wondered why she had not simply gotten up.Then, at her request, he went over to the futon and picked up the laptop showing her draft. She sat down next to him. Closer than she would have four days ago.Somewhere inside, Alice was wondering what the. Suck me! She would let out a groan and moan, and turn to my ear again, licking, nibbling, breathing her warm inviting breath into it, whispering unintelligible rumblings again, but sexy as hell, decadent by all means. I would return the favor, running my tongue along her neck, exposed shoulder, delicate ears, murmuring my earnest most desires and yearnings for her to consider, activate. I would skillfully orchestrate the pace of all of this, careful to hold it to a smoldering slow reveal, slow.