I watched them walking onto the dance floor, Fiona looking like a fox who had stolen the bait. I wished her dress was a foot shorter. I spotted the d...rk haired dancer, and felt myself getting stiff as she captured my attention. As the spotlights shone, her breasts were highlighted by the darkness behind her. It was obvious that she did not wear a bra, as the well rounded mounds jiggled against the clinging fabric. Her legs were bare, made taut by the earthy dancing. I asked myself if she was. Turning back to me I can feel the raw heat coming off your body. My cock hardens just being near you. You look up to me and as our lips touch your fragrance envelopes me and I lose all track of time and space. Softly at first and then more fervently our lips touch, then press, then grind as your tongue darts out seeking my own. My hands, on the small of your back don’t stay there long. One travels up to press you firmer to me, the other travels down, again to press you firmer to me. With. At first I thought it was my friends hand, but I soon realized it was far too wet for that, it was Franks tongue. I felt my arousal level skyrocket as my mouth and pussy got stimulated by two different lovers. As good as it all felt, I soon started craving more. Putting an end to the intense make out session, I peered my friend right in the eyes and said these few simple words, Lick my boobs, bitch! That last word was not really necessary, but I though it added a little something. My human. I began to think he was gay cause no straight man could turn down what was being offered to him. After him it seemed as if she gave up on it happening at all. I brought it up in bed while having sex a lot and she would cum harder and more often when I did but she just did not seem to have the drive to keep trying anymore and I was giving up hope also.After about a year we had met some new friends at a party. My wife seemed to bring up one of them in conversation more than usual but never really.