"I see you met Mary," she said as she licked the last evidence of my orgasm from her lips. All I could do was smile and wink at her as I returned to m...king breakfast. By now the coffee was ready and Phyllis made 4 cups, one for each of us. As the table was being set, Jim and Mary came downstairs from the bedrooms. Seeing food was about ready they took their prospective seats. Both had sheepish looks on their faces, like the cat that ate the canary. After we ate, I headed back upstairs to start. "She looked into my eyes and smiled sweetly at me. To this day I still can't believe I did it, as I definitely didn't do it consciously, but I put my hands on Karen's breasts and cupped them softly. My heart was pounding with fear. As Karen leaned forward she whispered to me: "It's okay, baby." She then kissed me, her lips making soft contact with mine. It was the most glorious feeling I had ever experienced.I closed my eyes and a wave of indescribable pleasure came over me. I didn't move. I. We looked at the budget and checked our projections for the quarter with the actual and we were sitting in a good place at the bar.Getting the substitute bartenders had been a good move. The hourly sales at night did not drop off like we figured they would have if we had tried to go short handed. As we were getting to the end of the paperwork, I leaned over Erin’s shoulder and began to massage her breasts by making soft circles around the sides of them. Erin loves it when I do this. It is not a. Our sex was endless; it was hard, rough, soft, loving, sweet, and raunchy. I mean really anything you could ask for. When we got married, and had our honeymoon it was the same, though once we got home and settled in, it just stopped. At first I blamed it on the fact that we were so busy getting used to our new life together. Anytime I hint or ask for it, he’ll come up with some excuse. It feels like I have married a damn chick! After about six months of this, I finally ask him why we don’t.