My first instinct was the bathroom. We tried the mens room first, but there was an attendant there, and he wasn't having any of that action. The line ...o women's room was way to long. Shit! Thought I was out of luck, suggested we go out to the car. She didn't want to leave. Then she drags me to a dark part of the bar in the back of the venue. "Order us a drink, and don't move"Next thing she ducks under the bar, and she is unbuttoning my jeans. I feel her warm lips wrap around my flacid cock, and. Perhaps that was my reason for being up, I wanted to confront him again and sit with him, as he did it, I was more than a year older from the last time, a girl with different feelings, and I knew how important, 'Wanking was', besides listening to my parents at it and knowing he was bold enough to do it the last time, made me both daring and wanton, my panties were now conveniently dropped in the washing basket, and my nudity was only covered by two inches of thin cotton t-shirt, so I pushed. She then leaned forward and placed her hands on the far edge of the bathtub.With more room, Kati slid off the toilet seat and onto her knees. With no more barriers, she wrapped each hand around Becky’s upper thighs and buried her face into Becky’s crack.The taste was salty as she used her tongue to part Becky’s thick vaginal lips. Those lips gave way and allowed Kati’s tongue to pass. She plunged her tongue as deep as possible.Becky moaned. “Oh yea, that feels good.”Still not satisfied with her. They liked to play rough, where we liked things not so rough. We didn't go in for the spanking, or the leather, or the name calling during role play, or the face fucking. And they weren't into the holding, the massaging, or the kissing that we liked.But, we all lived to tell the tale, and we stayed friends. So, back to the affair.Like a lot of couples, after we moved in together, our sex life dropped off a bit. We went from every night, to 4 times a week, to twice a week, to twice a month. .