” Sarah replied. The bartender filled up a tall glass and placed it in front of her and went back about her business. Sarah scanned the room and he... eyes fell back onto the green eyed man who is now staring into his beer intently. She studied him for a moment but found her view became blocked. She looked up to find a tall lanky blonde man leering at her, one of the unsavoury ones. “Well hello there baby” he slurred. “Don’t remember ever seeing you in here before” She looked back down at her. It did not help that I had not had sex in over a month either, thanks to my ex dumping me for my best friend; my now ex-best friend I should say.I turned back around and felt more of my stimulation slowly squirt out of my sexual crevice. I hoped I did not cough or sneeze because if did, there would be a flood in front of my family. I was embarrassed enough as it already was.I could not take it anymore. I was already sexually frustrated and I knew that feeling my clitty was not going to give me. And new, especially when it was suggested by my wife, usually meant exciting!Oral sex was our old standby, dating back to the time when we were high school sweethearts and used to sneak quick tastes of each other whenever we could get away with it. Somehow, while still mutually pleasurable all these years later, it was also very comfortable. It was certainly a routine, but I never thought of it as a rut.So despite our experiments in bringing pleasure to each other throughout our marriage, I had. My neighbor took me to places I had never thought of. Sure I could go to the mall and see girls in their underwear and bras trying on different outfits in dressing rooms or when they think they are alone in a bathroom, but you still couldn’t see much. She introduced me to the women’s locker room at her fitness club, women’s changing areas at the public pools, and best of all her gynecologist’s office. I would sit in the waiting room and wait for a beautiful woman or girl to be called into the.