She kicked her foot out at my hands. “Don’t cover yourself, I want to see all of you.” She drew her legs apart revealing that she wa...n’t wearing any underwear, and her pussy was fully shaved. “Come and lick me, now!” she demanded. I crawled forward and started to kiss the inside of her thighs, slowly working my way up. She was having none of that. Violently grabbing my hair she forced my face straight up between her legs. “Now lick me,” she. But still that empty feeling remained.The marriage was empty. He had not been intimate with her in a long time. She couldn't remember the last time they had made love.He still expressed his love for her by supporting her every wish, her dysfunctional family, and her career. He still showered gifts on her for those "special days" ... the passionless anniversary, Valentine's Day, birthday.Thanksgiving and Christmas were filled with attending to her dysfunctional family. One brother was addicted. Some of those people, who were at night in between her legs, were just strangers to her. But it didn’t really matter. Her sexuality ruled her. Everything she did, was serving the one purpose. She just needed to fuck… anytime… all the time. On a few of those occasions she was just plainly ‘out if it’. She would remember the groupsex, all those throbbing vaginas and hard pounding cocks, as something that happened in a haze. One night, a few weeks ago, her girlfriends told her about this. They had begun tearing up.“Mr. C, I need to know what an orgasm feels like!” She went on to explain how she had never had had an orgasm and how every boy/man she had ever been with had been unable to give her one. This included my son.She explained how she and my son had come home early the week prior to hear my wife and I going at it. “My god, Mr. C., she was screaming SOOOO loud and she seemed to be coming constantly. I need to know what it feels like and I need it to be from you.”Shocked, I.