Touch, but don't let him touch – Outside the bedroom, follow a hands-on, hands-off policy. Touch him frequently – a pat on the behind, a face-to-f...ce grope of his package, a playful twist of his nipples. When he tries to reciprocate, give him the evil eye and require him to ask permission.Ladies first – Train your man to be a gentleman. Insist that your pleasure always comes first. And if he breaks the rule, make sure there are consequences.Make him watch – Men love to see women touching. Sure I had fucked around with men before but it had always been limited to a few hand-jobs and lots of fellatio. As the fun had started that night, I thought I would dress up, suck his cock, and that would be it all. I my mind, I hadn't envisioned my ass getting fucked. With the idea planted in my mind, I found myself blushing because more than anything I realized, I wanted Eric's hard cock in my ass.I knew I had been k**ding myself when I got married. I thought I was a man, but my wife had. ”Don’t go there, Akash”, she whispered slowly.”It’s ok, Aunty”.I said and kept on rubbing it. She started to moan now. I could feel the wetness of her Choot as she was not wearing her Panty.Wow! It felt so good; he kept on rubbing her choot to make her hot.She suddenly turned and looked at me.”What are you trying to do, Akahs”, she asked upfront. I hesitated for a while and came closer to her face and said, ” I like u so much, Aunty, I want to make love to you, She looked shocked! Before she. "Helen stared at her best friend, her green eyes getting wider and wider as her world crumbled around her."Helen, are you all right?" Sylvia asked. "Can you say something?" I think I could use that drink now," Helen said from a far away place.She downed it in one go."More please," she said.An hour later, Helen and Sylvia were both three sheets to the wind. They had abandoned the couch and were sprawled on the floor. The last of the rum was in their glasses. Helen's long auburn hair had worked.