I start massaging the base of his cock and rubbing his balls and he starts to stiffen up a bit. His cock is still a bit damp, from her, whoever she is... I put my face up close to his cock so he can feel my warm breath on it. I can smell pussy on his cock.Hell, we’ve been together for how many years now? Twenty-five? More than that. I start licking and sucking on the end of his dick. I can taste her pussy on him.I start squeezing the base of his dick forcing the fluids up towards the tip. Yup,. His hands embracing my shoulders, squeezing them, and then running down my sides. He continued embracing my thighs next... Ohhh! I began to shake. To me, it was like a brief body hug. I continued to shake as I caressed myself down there. Mmmmm... warm, moist. I stuck my fingers into my now wet hole. Pulling them out, and then slowly drawing them apart, I smiled and hurried to my bedroom and my toothbrush. It was time...As usual, I finished with my dildos and I was completely satisfied for the. It is a place to read, to reflect, but most importantly a place to enjoy sex. It is rustic and yet offers a certain level of refinement; a nice sound system, an overstuffed leather couch, a small kitchenette, and an entertainment sized bed.The next day I was somewhere between nervous, excited, and scared. In only a few short hours I had come to know this man better than many of his friends and yet I could not help but wonder, would the next time be like? The hours seemed to pass like days.. I was rewarded by a little gaspand purring and moaning. Now that I had her nipple in mymouth I used my hand to feel out her hot pussy and found itwet and slippery. It was still oozing a mixture of herlubricating juice and my cum and my finger slipped in easily.This brought a gasp and Margie thrust her pelvis towards myhand and f****d my finger into her cunt all the way.“You like that?” I asked.“Unh Huh!” she gasped.I started finger fucking her and she quickly answered.