Mike was was nearly forty, and I was only twenty, when we met. I liked him. But at first I didn't want to necessarily marry him. I wanted to 'play the...field', so to speak; to fuck around with a lot of different guys, and then, maybe, after a while, after I'd gotten my wildness out of my system, then I'd think more seriously about the marriage thing. But, Mike was such a great guy; and he wasn't the overly possessive sort; and he made it clear to me that if I wanted to 'play around', and have. Only difference was that I was willing and eagerly waiting to be devoured. I grinned as I heard him take off his pants and climb into bed naked with me. I smiled at the thought of his clothes probably having joined mine, trailing their way in the passage from the front door to his bedroom. It pleased me to know he was as impatient for this to happen as I was. It excited me to think that, at any point in time, his roommate or brother could walk the hallway and know what we were doing.. Stephanie nearly laughed out loud as she envisioned the maddening frustration that her aunt would feel as she was kept on the brink of orgasm for hours upon hours. “This is going to be so much fun.”Debbie could not help moaning softly and moving against her tormentor’s hand as Stephanie continued her embrace. But before she could gain a rhythm, Stephanie pulled away.“Now get dressed. We have a busy night ahead of us.” Stephanie informed her bewildered pet as she is unlocking the handcuffs. “You. We always used condoms."That was a guess on my part. At least the accusation successfully forced an admission of guilt out of her."Where will you be?" I am going to stay with Janice." I watched as she got into her car and drove to her sister's house.It was after midnight when the boys got home. I was sitting in the living room with my fifth beer. They looked at me and went upstairs, without saying a word.I was still on the couch the next morning, when I heard the doorbell ringing forever. It.