What really turns me on, is when he brings me around to the enjoyment of something that he wants to do with me. There's nothing more Earth-shattering ...han to have him create a sense of pleasure in something that I never knew could be so much fun.One morning, a few summers ago, my husband came into the bedroom, just as I was waking up. He had a set of old clothes for me to put on, including a really ugly-looking scarf for my hair. He was cheery and encouraging and told me, "We're going to have. After that, we took lunch together in the stairwell of the building, and we always came back smiling and walking funny (if you know what I mean). That man could eat pussy better than any man I had ever been with. I never failed to come at least once, usually twice especially if I could hear people that may or may not come up there and find us. We did get caught once, I think. It was payday, and a night custodian came to pick up her check early in the morning. He had his his hand in my unzipped. I imagined lying between her soft thighs, savouring every drop of juice I could sample of her slick patch. Flicking my tongue rhythmically over her clit, circling it, licking it, sucking it until she boiled over in wanton abandon, clutching my back with her fingertips as I rode her orgasm. I tried to clean my mind. This city was corrupting me. Or maybe I was already corrupt. Just then I became aware of the unmistakable sound of sex somewhere deep in the building. A woman obviously in the throes. 34C boobs, shaved pussy and great legs. Long light brown hair and deep brown eyes. A smile that could melt ice. I would get a hard on just looking at her. She loved grabbing my crotch saying she wanted to check if I was still interested in her. Silly question really.We got engaged and then married. I suppose I expected her to slow down. She didn’t go missing anymore but she would dress up and call me other names when we fucked. My name is Wade but she would call me bill or Joe. “Fuck me Bill”.