” She hooked her arm around my neck and pulled me to her. She ravaged my mouth. She leant back and looked into my eyes. We both knew ours was not a ...ove match, it was a lust match, always had been. We had never claimed each other, expected exclusivity but we’d also known our sex was the best sex.Her hand slid over my blouse and her fingers seemed to be making a record of them, their shape and weight. With two hands she unbuttoned me and, as usual, I was braless. She bent in to kiss each nipple.. I flopped down in my chair to look at it, wondering what time I had to be in class in the morning. I looked at my Day-Timer and groaned as I realized I had a paper due for Bychkova at eleven o’clock. I opened my laptop and stared at my new painting, and began to write.I ran home in the morning to shower and change clothes after having slept in the studio chair the remainder of the night. Kate had an early class and was already gone. Melody and Lissa were on their way out the door with the boys,. “My massage that good?” I said with a smile. He looked up at me and said, “The thought of you fucking others is what made me hard.” I pulled the towel off and left him exposed. “You mind if I just leave the towel off?” I asked. He smiled and said he didn’t mind as long as I didn’t mind seeing his cock. “Its pretty, I like the view. Its the best part about this job.” I said. I moved from his chest to his abs and pelvis, then around his hips to his thighs. He groaned a bit when I hit his sore. Continuing to berate and admonish her for her reaction to the pleasure I was able to bestow on her. I tried to explain to him that sometimes it may be technique, sometimes it may be just allowing a woman to become totally comfortable with the intimate encounter and sometimes it may just take communication between partners to determine the proper approach to achieve the desired pleasure from intimacy. After my try at educating the husband, he came even closer to me as I sit on the edge of the.