At first Cindy was going to leave and was headed for the door when I stopped her and told her she did not have to leave. Becky said that she got to s...ck her husbands dick it was only fair that she got to suck hers. Cindy looked a t me and asked if it was alright. I said HELL YES I’m going after it when Becky’s done. Becky sucked that black dick for all it was worth. I was bout 10 inches worth at least. Becky sucked that dick and I went over started to suck on Cindy’s tits. They where some. He was not absolutely certain that it had not been a dodge on her part at the very last to bring to play a reason not to continue. He was certain, however, that this would happen, the two of them had been racing toward this moment in time all their lives. Her trip overseas where she learned to savor life, and his myriad of affairs with older women as a young man where he learned to be a lover. These things had prepared both of them for a moment when the two of them would finally meet. His. I loved the slow dances with Janet the best. This was one totally hot young teenage girl. When they started the slow dances, Janet would move into my arms, and I'd never felt a maturing young woman's body pressed as firmly and as sensually against my body as Janet did. I could feel everything from her rounded A-cup breasts inside the underwired cups of her bra against my chest down to her groin pushing against my raging hardon inside my pants. I had my arms around Janet's body and she was so. Bob was there for the taking. We lay in the bed for the longest time, just kissing and cuddling, something Don and I used to do, but had not done in years. I enjoyed the close personal attentiveness that Bob heaped on me. Down deep, I craved this type of sexual intimacy. Afterwards, I felt guilty that I had cheated. As I thought about what had happened I knew the next step in our marriage would be a big one. I had to give in to my insecurities and broaden my horizons. Don came home on Sunday.