“See, that’s your first lesson in stripping. Taking off your clothes isn’t what it’s really about.” I pushed her back onto the hammock and d...opped my boxers. My dick sprung out, almost fully erect, and she hummed in approval. I lowered my voice and edged closer to her. “Stripping is about the eros you can create between yourself and the viewer, in such a short time frame.” I put my hands on her and did my best to imitate a male stripper, even though I had never done anything like this before!. I knew I hadn't fallen in love with her, but she had been a special friend - at least before the swap.A few years later, I met a very nice girl and started dating her. We got engaged, and I thought my problems were over. I convinced myself that it was just a phase I'd gone through, and with my girlfriend being very conservative and wanting to wait for marriage, the sexual aspects of our relationship were not a problem. But before we got married, we started some pre-marital counseling. My. Sarah always was a tease sending me all sorts of photos that never left anything to the imagination.Sarah loved to look after herself and at just under six feet tall all I could see was the perfect woman. With the body of a model and legs that no sculptor could match I was quite frequently hard twenty-four hours a day and she loved knowing it.On this particular day it was worse for some reason and I could not figure out why. Over the next few hours it just grew to be unbearable and having lost. Her emotions running high she yearned for him. Fuck me, fuck me hard she cried. She rammed herself down onto him as he obliged with an upward thrust, pounding into her so hard, she knew he was in as much as she could take. Fuck I love this, she cried, fuck me! Their bodies slammed into each other, sweat pouring from them as they entered the wave of ecstasy. I’m going to come, he cried! Oh yes please, she wailed, fucking do it, fucking do it! He squeezed her hips and slammed her hard down onto.