Married women I adore you, unfaithful women you have been my most constant companions for many years. What security of knowing that I had that moment ...f grace and not the horrors of life in common .. What a pleasure it is to arrive at these mistresses, waited, cherished by those who wanted me the pleasure and caresses. Married with a mistress, no need for detours, we are there to lie on the bed and do what her husband hurt, or not at all. At least they think it is better with a lover, I'm not. My eyes never deviate from yours. I begin to rub my thumb against your clit in small circles. Your breathing gets faster and harder. You feel me spread your lips with my fingers. Your pace on my cock quickens. Sensing my plan, you try to maneuver your hips away from my hand, but my fingers follow. "No, you can't get away that easy," I say. We stand in the middle of my living room, mutually masturbating each other, while staring deep into each other's eyes. Neither of us willing to blink. ”“Now you can watch me undress Raoul.”In no time Raoul is naked except for a very appealing tiny black male g-string that is only about two inches wide at the front with a very thin straps around his arse. I note that his cock appears to be semi-erect underneath it.“Now undress for us,” Dita instructs as she fondles her man for my benefit.By the time I remove my small black knickers I am well on the way to a really good erection. They both watch as my cock is fully exposed poking out of my. One thing I missed about Steve, that was his car. Cliff rode a motorcycle, so not great for dates. Art had a little 2 door Nissan. It got us around, but that was about it. Jean and I walked or took the bus, but she was planning on getting a car soon. Soon we were at “Santa’s Village”, an annual event in our town. I remember going every year growing up, and it was always magical. 8 blocks in one of the residential neighborhoods, and all the yards filled with lights and displays. Music playing.