When we finally do, I wake up in the middle of the night, like always. I take a piss and get a drink, and when I walk back into the bedroom, I see Ash...ey’s eyes on me. She’s lying on her side, sheet barely covering her, dark hair framing her beautiful face.“Can’t sleep?” I ask, climbing on the bed beside her. Emily is a few feet away on the huge bed, fast asleep. Ashley shakes her head.“Nope.”“Me either.” We lie on our sides, facing each other. “How are you feeling?” I ask. I haven’t fucked her. You have carefully considered this encounter after privately chatting with a man for a few weeks on an erotic stories web site. You have a compulsion to meet the man who made you a molten, sweaty, and breathless mass of flesh on a few occasions with just his mere written elucidations of situations which previously you did not even fantasize about. The vivid erotic pictures he has painted on the canvas of your mind are almost permanently etched. Those fantasies come into clear focus at the. By now it was stiff as a board and throbbing in her small, cool hand. With a fingertip, she scooped up a bit of the precum that was oozing from the tip and brought it to her lips. Her smoldering eyes were locked on mine. I pulled her against me again, reaching for her bikini bottoms. They were the kind that instead of having a solid waist, had ties on each side. I untied both and pulled them off. We were both completely naked and filled with lust. She climbed atop me again, tossing her hair to. Putting a paper towel between her legs she strode into the living room and took her husband’s hand, pulling him to the bedroom. He knew what was expected as she took off the dress and laid back on their bed. The entry of his pale cock was always easy with the fresh whitish lube oozing out between her labia, so he concentrated on kissing her as he caressed and stimulated her body. She never climaxed with the others so he had to fulfill her before he added his many millions of sperm to her fresh.