It was part of the grandeur of New York, and the unpredictability was one of the main reasons my wife Jasmine and I had moved here. Everything was spo...taneous and exciting and new. That is, except for our love life.We had made love many times, perhaps too many times, and while it was great, it was repetitive. The same positions every time. The same gentle rocking, the same face-to-face tongue twisting, and the same pulling out to ejaculate on her stomach. Her pussy was tight, her breasts were. She buried her head in my pillow to stifle the steady moans that were coming from her mouth as she thrust herself back, meeting each thrust of my hips with an equally powerful thrust of her own. I had never been able to let loose with any other girl and really fuck them like I wanted to, but Megan obviously liked it rough as she tried to cram more of me into her dripping cunt. I felt her tighten around my dick suddenly, and I slowed down, thinking something was wrong. Harder, she hissed at me,. I had turned to one of them pushing my tit into his arm. "I got the feeling that we didn't get to finished what you started at the movies." I had then turned and pressed my other tit into the other one's arm. "Am I right?" Both boys had sat there apparently waiting for a sign from Caleb. It had not come. Caleb probably had not wanted them playing with me. I had then turned to my left pressing my boob into the first guy's arm and started stroking his chest. After a minute or two, hormones. She would usually reply that she was slogging her way through them. I reminded her I had some experience as an educator, to any time she needed some help, I'd be glad to work with her. My remarks were usually met with a superficial thank you.One day she was grinning as she walked into the break room.“Hey!” I called out.“Hi,” she said, her grin showing the little snaggle-tooth thing I found quite attractive. “Glad to see you in a good mood for a change,” I told her.“One of the IT guys?” she.