It happened just as the fantasy was reaching its zenith. I had wanked that morning about Debbie and a pizza delivery boy (a cliché, but a favourite)....We were at home, having drunk nearly three bottles of Chardonnay between us. It was getting late and Debbie was cuddled against me on the sofa. We were watching a late night chat show on TV. They were discussing erotic literature and one of the feminist contributors was dismissing a book as perpetuating the old misogynist fantasy of wife sharing,. That’s impressive,” she smiled, brushing water from her face, an impious smile and a flirtatious interaction of intent lifting the corners of her mouth. “Don’t move,” she said. “I’m Jacques Cousteau. I’m going in pursuit of hidden treasure,” she playfully teased, holding his waist with both hands, taking a deep intake of breath and submerging below the water, easing the throbbing muscle into her warm mouth. Sucking and swallowing, taking him deep, coming up for precious air only when her. Manchester today, maybe Nairobi tomorrow.Tell Esme, "It's our very own Tardis." But, of course, she will think you are joking; such a tired cliche. Distract her with a kiss. That's right, put your hands around both shoulders and pull her close. Her desire is tangible, something more than you anticipated, her tongue too insistent. It expresses the craving she has endured since the first time she saw you. She has one hand high on your back while the other has found your buttocks and pushes the. ...the itch........the light headed ness......you close your eyes............as you feel the tip of the edge cumming..........Cum, cum, cum, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.....I say....as I feel you get very tights....your pussy grabbing my hard cock...as your juices spill out of you onto my balls............fuck yeah.....cum, cum.......I feel your thighs tighten against my side as your cum overcomes you.......fuck yeah............I feel my balls tighten and I close.....I grab your hips holding you.