I moved closer to him, to lean my tits in to his chest. He moved his hand toward my clit, moving me so he could feel my pussy. He felt the wetness, br...ught his hand out of the water and put his fingers on my lips. I started to suck his fingers, realizing I wanted more in my mouth. I wanted to hear him moan. I got off him and kneeled on the bottom of the hot tub. “Sit on the side, I want your cock.” I motioned the order with my hands. As he obliged, I place my face in between his legs. Cupping. Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Johnson did not have much of sexual relationship. Mrs. Johnson had not been that interested after their third c***d was born. All the c***dren were now older and two were in the military. As result Mrs. Johnson had no sex life other than to rarely please her husband with her wifely duties. Now suddenly she felt a need arise deep between her legs. Her hand slowly moved down and she touched herself. She could not believe how good this felt. This was all very odd but as. ”“I understand,” I said. And I did. “I love you, and I love your work, and I’m fascinated by it, but you’re the artist. Whatever you decide is fine with me.”We talked about other things over dinner. We each had a glass of wine as we often did, but added to what she drank with Karen, I think it might have pushed my wife over the edge.“I took some pictures of her naked,” Jewel said it like a confession. I knew she occasionally did that for clients, sometimes to make a shocking or dramatic point,. Every time he would, I would get a slight tingling in my pussy from just thinking about him inside me, and it getting really hard not to take him where ever we were. Finally the day was over, dinner was eaten, dishes done, and all I wanted to do, was go to our bedroom, so I grabbed Adams hand, pulled him into our room. Not wasting any time, I pulled Adam's shirt over his head and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Adam rested him hands on my waste, keeping me.