"We need a shower. You knew I was on, didn't you, and you just carried on, you stuck your tongue right up inside me. I told you it was a fantasy and y...u gave it to me. Didn't my blood bother you?" Love, if that's what happens when I lick you out when you're on the rag I'll do it every month. You arse fucked me without any lube, I can't believe it went up you so easily." When I get really horny I could take a fist in either hole and enjoy it. I don't even feel sore, just full of your spunk., I. Absolutely nothing was off the table. We never tried a threesome or anything else that involved other people. They were simply not necessary. Sex was something for Dell and me, alone, to share.I cry more now as I think of the mess I made of things. Once again, I need to mention that we didn't have a lot. We weren't and to this day aren't rich or even comfortable, but we were happy.We knew everyone in our neighborhood and often had parties and get-togethers. When we'd been married for a little. I got his approval as I watched my husband growing erect as my various lovers stimulated me, and fucked me. It was a shared experience. We would often talk to each other as my lover was entering me, or driving me closer and closer to orgasm. He would encourage me, and at times, join in.Yes, this felt very different.In the first place, there was something clearly deceptive about this. And that bothered me a bit. Stephen was being observed without his knowledge. While this didn’t feel terribly. Then a rap at the door; jars us from our afterglow. "Mr. Sinclair, sir. Sorry to bother you, but your one o'clock is here and he seems perturbed that it's 15 minutes after the hour," Jessie says through the closed door, panic apparent in her voice. We look at each other and giggle, knowing what we just did. As if we have our own inside joke. "Okay, Jessie, just tell them I will walk Mrs. Sinclair down to the lobby and be right with them, please," he manages without any indication of what we.