Frank agrees and walks in to his bed and flops down face first. I kick back in my fluffy robe on the couch and drift off to sleep. I sleep but I have ...ivid dreams about my cock being stroked pulled and sucked. At 4 am my phone rings startled I jump to my feet in dread of who might call me at that time. It can't be good news. The caller tells me my window has closed. My life had now taken a new turn. I just got that kind of news that just crushes your insides. Everything I had been through for. It is getting easier with time but I don't really know if it will get better. Quite often I find myself thinking and having wonderfully "naughty" fantasies about some of the things we both experienced and that we talked about wanting to explore and experiment with both in and out of the lifestyle. While we did enjoy swinging/swapping for several years there were things we often talked about wanting to try and experience including, but not limited to group sex, interracial, and some of the. ” “You’re so full of it.” She said, her eyes flicking over my face for the barest of seconds, a small smile on her lips. “Are you going to make me beg Miss Azmano, beg to get back into your good graces?” She looked up at me sidelong and threw me a smug smile, “Mhm.” Her head turned and her eyes slowly followed until they locked on mine. “Beg me.” I brought her fingers to my lips and kissed the tips, playing with them between my own fingers. “You want me to go on. " Jen pushed his hands away when he reached for her. "I don't wantto do that just yet. So behave yourself." She tested the effect she washaving on him. "Or you can forget about doing anything tonight." Ok... ok," Tom said reluctantly. He'd wait. With the hardon he had, hedecided it was better to acquiesce then risk an argument."Now be a good little soldier for me and maybe... just maybe we'll gopractice at the rifle range later." Jen smiled playfully. Her hand wentto Tom's erection.