But I've got no illusions that I'm a bloody Casanova or anything. Jo, once she had got over her shyness with me in bed, had turned into the greatest l...over I'd ever known. Sex was her favourite pastime and I enjoyed it just as much as she did.But, whereas I had, shall we say, sown a good few wild oats before we were married and I knew what kind of a prize I had, Jo was a virgin when we walked up the aisle. It could be that if Jo spent some time with a different lover, she could find him better. I would have loved to suck his dick, but it had all happened so quickly. Jeff retrieved a used shirt from one of the baskets next door, before mopping up our mess. Afterwards, before we opened the door to leave Jeff gave me another kiss.As I lay in bed, my body tingled with pleasure as I replayed what had just happened. ‘Was it a one-off?’ I pondered. The following morning Jeff gave me a naughty wink prior to his regular back washing ritual. During all three meals that day, my knee also got. My mates didn't know I was a tit lover because I didn't want them to think I was staring at every girls chest. I kept my desires to myself.I moved to London and it was there that I started thinking about seeing an escort. There would be little cards stuck up in phone boxes all over central London that I would ring but then chicken out of going to. Then, one night, I lost my hooker cherry.Drinking with friends in Soho all night had left me drunk and, coincidentally, alone after we all went our. "Roberta left. Amy took her time in the shower, enjoying, as always, the tactile sensations of having her skin massaged by the dancing beams of water streaming down upon her. Her brother had one of the shower sprays that could be adjusted for different configurations of flow and pulse. It could be either hand held or wall mounted. She remembered quite vividly being told of the fantastically intense orgasms a woman could enjoy with them. Briefly, she considered indulging herself--and then.