First off we were having a serious conversation about things and were sitting there buck naked. But it was also odd because neither of us had really t...ought about planning for such an eventuality. I think it all boiled down to the idea that she wanted to know that I wouldn't abandon her if it happened, and that I'd try to make the best of things. That she even contemplated I might react negatively hurt my feelings, but I didn't tell her that. I just said that I'd never leave her until she told. Main kaha yes why notPir hum na hai maina kaha theek hai tum khol do main gate band kiya or bed room ma poch gaya main green colour ka top or denim pahan rakhi ti us na muj ko baho ma liya or mara lip[ par kis karna lagi pahla to muj ko tora ajjeb sa laga par fir muj ko maza ahana laga mai be us ka sath dana lagi .10 min hum ek dusra ka lips kis karti rahi.10 min ka bad hum na ek dusra ko chora ritu kahane lagi asa maza nahi ata bilkol nangi hiti hai .main kaha teek hai wo kahane lagi pahalaMai. Then his mouth was on my engorged clit, pressing on it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. I showed him where and how to excite the sensitive front wall of my vagina, and gave in to the waves of pleasure that swept my body as his thick fingers pressed against that sweet spot as they plunged in and out of me.By then, he was hard again, and I spread my legs to invite him in. This time, he pleasured me for what must have been fifteen or twenty minutes, taking it slow and teasingly, letting. When I looked down on her naked body, I would envision it under the body of another man. No one in particular, most of the time, but always someone who had more to offer than me. It was a strange perversion. One that tickled both my jealousy and my insecurity. It was my life long fantasy and it would not go away. I had learned to accept that. Within two weeks of that fateful night I'd suggested trying again, with someone else; someone less blessed. She'd replied with the predictable, 'I want to.