Don’t step to the k** unless you are really sure of your bidness, cuz mama will have to embarrass you, and that’s not ever pretty. Seriously, who...on earth would even have the nerve to suggest that the birthday tribute to Dr. King wasn’t released on an album? Everybody knows it was on Hotter than July, side two, the last track. Duh, that’s Stevland Morris 101. I don’t know what got into Jesse that day; usually he’s not prone to being competitive but he insisted that he was right and it was. “Fuck, that’s hot,” thought Rich with a slight smile as his fingers continued to massage Carmen’s G-spot. She leaned to the side and guided Seb’s cock to her mouth, slowly licking the head before taking him. She sucked him gently, small moans interrupting her fellatio as Rich continued to massage her pussy. He parted her legs and positioned himself to fuck her, his cock gliding into her well lubed pussy. She gasped as her vagina adjusted to his girth. Rich grabbed her hips and began pulling. Over the 8 years we had been married, every time she went out on her own I fantasized about her telling me the night life fun she would have. We were open to playing around with other people and actually encouraged it with each other. My job took me out of town a number of times a year and every time I would go I would text her that I was hanging out at the hotel bar after my meeting/training or chatting with some woman at the airport bar after being delayed. We would play with each other, her. Then again. Once more. Again. Over and over. The complexity of how it all went wrong hit her for the first time."Oh, Jeff," she whispered. "Why did it come to this? Oh God."Jeff:I'm sorry about making it hard to get me presents. I know it's true. But you could have done more. That's all I meant. You never made me feel special, by doing anything really out of the ordinary. I know it wasn't all your fault. About the sex and touching. Well, I didn't begin lovemaking much. I know. But I did touch.