I waited in the kitchen sitting on a stool having coffee and she returned. I asked her if “everything was alright” – she looked at me and rolle... her eyes saying, “it was that time of the month.” She in turn asked me how I was doing – I simply stated, “find.” She said, “no I mean since Anne left.” Anne was my long-term girlfriend of 15 years and she moved out about 7 months ago. I smirked a little and said, “in all honesty a little horny”. She says “I can take care of that” and proceeds. Starting out with him reluctantly, as I usually do when she places demands on me, I had been amazed at how passionate and intense an experience it turned out to be. In the end I enjoyed it immensely, particularly since it was the only time in my life that another guy had sucked my own cock. But as much as I enjoyed the experience, it didn't compare to the feeling of simply being used by another guy, one who saw me as a tool for pleasure, taking advantage of me with no regard for my own comfort. They were surrounded with beauty and grace, with trees and woods that had been here for thousands of years. It was right to be naked as the day they were born. She slowly circled his neck with her arms and stood up on tiptoe to kiss him slowly, deeply. He ran his hands though her hair, and it felt so good. “Is it always like this?” She asked when the kiss dwindled. “Is this what it feels like to be a vampire? Am I a vampire?” “No, you’re not a vampire,” he smiled. “And I guess it’s kind of. I asked her how she had managed to remove her underclothes so fast and without me knowing, to which she replied “ I didn’t wear any as I was planning to sit between these guys and didn’t want to waste any time” My own cock was hard as steel, and it was attempting to touch the steering wheel. She stretched across the back of my seat, turned my head around, gave me a kiss and breathed “ Thank you” in my ear. All enthusiastically agreed to the beer and snacks plan, and continued their activities.