They sat enjoying the music, and I noticed that Dave was getting pretty cozy with me, leaning into me and putting his hand on my thigh when making a j...ke or complimenting me on my playing.Meanwhile, Paul began to get cozy with my husband, placing his hand on his thigh to emphasize a point, and being slow to remove it. My husband didn't seem to mind this, since he had been seduced by several men in his youth, and had come to enjoy it, which he had admitted to me.We have an "open" marriage. I. She put an hand then on his arm and said: ‘No, dear, it’s perfectly alright, I know that you’re not being nosy, just polite. I also know that you never really got along with him.’ ‘That obvious?’ he asked. ‘Yes, dear,’ she said then. It was at that moment, in their first meeting, after such a long time, that they parted. Their determination to meet for ‘coffee or tea’ was left hanging in the air. He told her that it was so pleasant to see her, and she repeated the same and she went about the. 'Why dont you smell it', I said brazenly, now I knew we were on the same wavelength, and stood away from the door and let my skirt drop to my ankles, revealing my see-through knickers, 'Perhaps the smell in this pair will be better, and without warning peeled them off and tossed them to him.He stood frozen to the spot as my sodden knickers hit him, 'Want to fuck me', I asked him as I bent over the foot of the bed, making myself available for his cock, now visibly swollen and pushing to get. . After the first few orgasms my clit was so sensitive that it hurt, in a good and bad way, but then the incoming orgasms wiped that feeling out and I was lost in orgasmic bliss. It was a good thing I was tied upright because I had lost total control of my body, I would have pitched forward off the machine. I do not know how much time went by or how many orgasms I had but I was beginning to have a hard time catching my breath; so, I managed to whisper “Slut”, the code safety word and Helena.