Happily she’s not exactly averse to the idea. Not one bit. We’ve fantasised about this a lot together and she has the most beautiful orgasms think...ng about me with another guy. Nothing like this had ever actually happened until my wife and I took a vacation in Amsterdam. On the first day we did the usual tourist things: a trip along the canals, The Anne Frank museum, dinner in a wonderful Indonesian restaurant and back to the hotel to conk out. On the second afternoon Helen went shopping and I. The warmth of her tongue excited me, the coolness as she moved on to lick another area also excited me. Her stroking began to feel better and better as a warmth began to grow deep in my groin. "Now, stop stoking and take me as far as you can into your mouth, again and again," I told her. As she stopped stroking my abdomen involuntarily thrust out toward her face. Her hands gripped my ass tightly as she took my penis deep into her mouth. The sudden warmth of her mouth around my hard shaft almost. Her back arched, my hand landed just above her gorgeous rump, and suddenly her entire body pressed up against mine. I could feel the shape of her through our clothing – her soft breasts, the firmness of her stomach, the fullness of her hips, the yearning of her libido. This had become a teenage boy’s dream situation, and fast.Here’s the thing about the room we were in. The back wall is a set of tall, thin windows separated by solid concrete pillars. It faces another building over a stretch of. "I'mdoing the pre-show inventory. I take it you must be Bridie Greane." Heturned to look at me, quizzically "And this is...?" This is my... mannequin," Bridie offered. I detected a sudden tensionin her voice."Mannequin?" said the man, smiling. "She doesn't look like a mannequinto me, dear." Well, no," Bridie replied. "She's my husband, Terry." The man blinked.and checked his clipboard again."Your husband?" The man's eyes widened. He lifted my veil to take acloser look at my face. "Terry?" he.