She had tried a lesbian, first.With cold calculation and firm intent, Karen had dressed in a sexy outfit, a jade green dress with a slit up the thigh,...a black garter belt and net stockings, and as usual with her, no panties. Standing before her full-length looking glass, she had slowly lifted her skirt to judge the effect that she would have on a cunt-hungry dyke and had found the reflection so satisfying that she even wished she were nimble enough to go down on her own pussy. How handy it. THE kiss was on his lips--soft and fluttering kisses that hovered andteased. His lover's lips were half-parted, and were moving sensuouslyacross his own lips, lightly, the merest pressure. Harder! Kiss meharder! Bring your tongue onto mine! Push! But no, the lips were on hiseyes, all over his face. Kisses so soft he could hardly feel them, andyet they were driving him wild. Don't stop! For god's sake don't stop!Was he Derek? Was he Dianne? There seemed to be no difference and yet(as so often is. I wanted to be truthful but I didn't want Jean to get the idea that I desired any other than her. I had to examine my thoughts in depth. Did I want to see those naked bodies? Did I want to see them more than I wanted to see Jean's? It only took me less than ten seconds to make up my mind. I told her, "Darling, I don't need or even want to see them. I have you and that is all any man could ever desire. You are the most beautiful woman in the world."She grabbed my head and gave a smothering kiss. I used to get all worked up because my husband loved to watch porn where a woman takes a big cock up her ass. We would fight for days after I searched his web browsing history and see all the depravity and smut that he was looking at. He would get mad, and tell me to stop looking if it upset me.He was actually a kind of depraved sicko- but don't get me wrong- I didn't mind, I just wanted him to be that way with me!! I didn't want him watching porn- I wanted him to fuck me!! (And actually, I.