After I met my husband, it was better and I know I often came, but it was still nothing terribly special. Seriously, it was a brief bit of exercise mo...e than anything else. My husband, Jared, wasn’t demanding, and after a few years, we sort of fell into a routine about it. It was more like “Oh, it’s Friday, let’s have sex.” I know, very boring and vanilla. Now one ever told me there were more positions than just him on top facing me! But up until that minute, the very idea that I could cum. One night, when we came back after a night out she started chatting on the net to a black guy, his name was Pete. After the usual small talk, he asked if he could phone, she looked at me and I could tell she was really turned on, I also found that it got me going too.The next day while we talked about her going with a black guy we had one of the best fucks for a while as she told me what Pete had been saying on the phone.A couple of nights of chatting later and after exchanging a few pics, we. She read over the tips several times and made some notes in the margins.With a look of determination she finally closed the book. Tomorrow was going to be a "new" day for her.The following day was a little less hectic for everyone. Her boss had finally gotten a contract completed that had been on the drawing board for months and everyone was relieved. Jenny had spent countless hours working out the details... far more than would have been expected from just an "assistant". In fact, she had just. “I hope that isn't a problem." "No, of course not. I am very open minded," I said. "That's good,” said Tina, eyeing me over. “But we’re not just nudists; we’re also swingers. John loves to share me and watch me get fucked by other guys." That one took me by surprise. But, I said I was fine with that. Tina asked if I would like to strip and join them in the kitchen for a drink. “Sure! Why not?” I said, starting to take my shirt off. “Hold on! Let Tina do that for you," said John, motioning Tina.