“What time would suit you?” Jodi asks.We agree that two o’clock on Saturday afternoon works well for us.After some small talk I notice Marco is ...ather agitated as he ogles my groin area.“Are you looking forward to watching another man have me and being part of a threesome Marco?“Marco hasn’t had sex for five days, I have made him wait for you.”“Is it true what Jodi told me about you? She likes to tell me you have the biggest, thickest cock she has ever had.”“Did you tell him that Jodi? I am. The feelings are intense. I don't even notice he's undoing my trousers, revealing no underwear and my fresh shaved pussy. He slides them down over my tight ass as he pushes his face in my pussy and eats my cunt like he's never eaten. I come five times in as many minutes, my pussy dripping. I need his thick cock to fuck me.Somehow I manage to get him to lay on the sun lounger and near enough rip his jeans off him to see his 9inch long, thick cock throbbing, lying against his stomach. I can't. My views are not to hurt anyone but to clarify a few points so that people can behave maturely (which some people are not yet).Guys after posting of my stories I received many emails from both boys and girls and even men and women also. They discussed their issues, asked suggestions and even invited to have sex. And to be honest we did phone sex in most of the cases and in real also in a few cases.But here is a problem with boys (not all boys but definitely some immature boys) who treat girls. We’ve been married for eighteen years and I’ve had a couple of one-nighters, but never a sex massage. I’d read about them and girlfriends who travel had told me about them, but, well, I’d just never done it. “ She paused. “It doesn’t make you uncomfortable, talking like this?” she asked. Em laughed. This was girl talk, the sort of thing husbands and other men never imagined took place. “No. I’m married too. For around the same time as you as it happens. But I do a lot of business travelling..