Over the course of the next few weeks we were trying to figure out how to bring it up to see if he’d be interested. I’m pretty flirty and forward,...but I wasn’t sure if the signals I was getting were that he was interested or not. Then my husband breaks the ice and texts him that I think he’s hot. He seemed flattered, but still no certain interest. A couple days pass by and we all chat about our interests and it turns to sex, so I just flat out ask if he wants to have sex with me. It took a bit. “Well, baby, we need to go shopping for some presents for your moms. In a few days there will be a special day called Christmas. We are Christians and that is the day that people celebrate Jesus’ birthday. So, I thought that you would want to get something for the moms from each of you.”“Really?” Margaret asked.“Yes, honey. As a matter of fact, I think the mom’s are going to take you out to look for things for your sisters. You can even get something for grandma and grandpa.”“What to get?”. Her breasts are big and firm, and she has small but well-rounded hips with a nice ass. She has short black hair that makes her look a lot younger than her twenty-eight years, I’m a year older. After several drinks, and a lot of tears, I found out what their big fight had been about. During the last year, they had slowly stopped making love, going from three times a week, to two, then one, then once a month, until they were now going once every two or three months. Liz had become suspicious,. "Oh God! Please don't stop!" She moaned. Her voice ripe with sexual tension.Nervously, I opened my eyes and discovered a woman sitting across from me. Her eyes wide and fixated on my every move."Please continue," she purred.I obliged. Stroking my fuckstick slowly at first, then ferociously for her entertainment as well as mine."Your cock is so thick," she cooed.Her smile was intoxicating as she began grinding her clit through her clothing. She quickly realized it just wasn't enough to feed her.