“I don’t know I have only ever been with my Tom I must admit I was curious as to how it would feel and fit in me, but this was a dance and a dance...only I needed to get home to fuck my Tom,Well baby how about you rubbing that wet pussy up and down my black shaft what do you say,“Ok but that’s all please don’t touch me or attempt to put that thing anywhere near my pussy ‘ok,Sure as you wish,As I started to rub my pussy up and down his cock I could feel myself dripping wet it was an amazing. It looked out into the backyard, a 900-square-foot rectangle of crabgrass and twigs presided over by a poorly-pruned oak tree.My eyes were caught by the sad face staring back at me, my translucent reflection in the glass. I was wearing mascara and lipstick, hoping to surprise Theo with a sexy night after dinner. I closed my eyes with a sigh. We had gotten married only three years ago, just out of college, but Theo already felt more like a roommate than a husband.When I opened my eyes I saw it. (I’m reinforcing that when she sleeps with me, she doesn’t have to worry about me telling my friends that what a slut she is)I- and I sense something about you, that you too don’t be hanging with lots of girls either.Tam- I rather keep to myself.Me- that is good dear, we have something else in common.I wonder what it means.Tam- two people with a lot in common I guess.Me- that’s awesome, it’s too rare, how often you have come across someone with a lot in common?Tam- not that often.Me – it makes. I was told one night over coffee in the student break room by one such woman/girl (who has had my attention for quite sometime now) that all she wanted to have was a boyfriend sex experience, no relationship issues, no calling and harassing her when he wants to fuck, she didn't want someone to 'pound away' at her (her words i swear!) just an emotional connection during sex.This was great news to my ears! From the day I met her, I had wanted her and she had just given me the key..yeah I was.