Steve cupped his hands behind his head and smiled as he lie on his back, staring up at my ceiling fan. Pre-cum leaked from the tip end of his tool and...I dutifully licked it up. It didn’t really have a taste, but was salty. “I’d like to taste your pussy,” Steve remarked. I re-positioned myself so my pussy, which by now was dripping wet with anticipation, was right over Steve’s face, my knees on either side of his chiseled face. I could feel his probative touches. He found my clit and gently. The MFA seemed a tad more Parisian, and so she crossed over to the other side of the park. My god, how long has it been? Marian scolded herself. She used to go to the museum once a month. Now it had been over a year. She still knew her way around. The moderns, the expressionists, the impressionists, and the portraits … that would be enough for this morning. Just her favorites.As she took in the one good Pollack she noticed the security guard watching her. Does he think I’m going to take it?. Saturday night was scheduled for a nice company party, to celebrate another year. Helena and me were invited with our loving hubbies…I decided to wear a long cocktail dress; it was sexy, but nobody would notice it. It had a long cleavage in the back, to show my tanned body and a long cut on a side, to slip out and show my long legs.The party was done in a huge manor, with nice gardens, a long pool and many, many rooms everywhere.As I entered the main room. I sensed the eyes of every man there. Although he could be a science nerd, he was also a well built athlete. He was the star running back on the high school football team and in his small Texas town, that made him second only to the Quarterback. So he had his share of pussy, both from the high school girls and the lonely housewives around town. But this was different. This would open up brand new doors for him. He could fuck anybody he wanted to. And not just sex, he could make anybody do anything. The possibilities were endless..