...I will give you some examples of how I get off, get satisfied, get layed and I like to think I give as good as I get, as a someone who loves suckin... and fucking and my desires and sexual destinies deserved to be fed and sated as I want.Last night is a perfect example. Brad my husband goes to bed around 9pm (he works physically hard) and I join him around 11pm and he is well and truly asleep. BUT I AM HORNY and start playing with myself, wetting my fingers with my mouth before fingering. “I don’t think so, they would just bunch up under me then I would be lying on lumps.”I turned off the light and we were quiet but I could hear Shaun scuffling around trying to get comfortable. After about twenty-five minutes of listening to his frustration I felt sorry for him and made him an offer, “Hey, come on up here, you can sleep on my bed.”“Where are you going to sleep?”“Right here, but I’ll be under the blankets, you can be on top.”I heard the tease in his voice when he asked “On top of. Is everything okay?”She shrugged. “Sure, I guess. I mean, I’m just meeting you for the first time, right. I don’t really know much about you other than you’re married to Barb.” I shrugged ambivalently about that, but didn’t argue the point. “Cecilia talks about you more than Barb does, so I heard that you’re a fighter, but you also work as an architect. That must be interesting work.”“It can be,” I said, “but I think it’s probably more interesting to people that are in the same field, kind of. ‘Submit to your new Mistress.’ His tongue went deep into my pussy and I yelled as my orgasm ripped through my body, tensing every muscle, my skin tingling. Nigel’s face was clamped in place by my knees. Holy shit, I had never felt an orgasm like it. I collapsed to the side and lay on the floor, partially in a pool of my own piss. Nigel lay there, not moving at all, and Mary watched, flexing her riding crop. Maybe I lost consciousness, maybe not. But some time later I roused myself and stood up..