.My husband and i have a sex life alot of people might call boring. We have been together nearly 10 years and 2 wonderful c***dren so whatever people... think what we have works for us. Because of his work and me busing k**s around to various actives we got into a routine of Wednesday and Saturday night being our intimate time. Our encounters are basic by most peoples standards, typically a little bit of foreplay then i would get on top and ride him till we finished. Over the many years i. " Oh, yeah, I got you," I stammered."Well, good then. We'll be a great fucking team, just like something out of Private." That was one of our favorite Euro smut magazines. "Now take your clothes off and get a fucking good boner up for me." Robert said, getting up and going to the closet."Whoa, What?" I was stammering again. "for?" "I got to take some hot Polaroids of you to show the Smiths (not their real name) I'm going over there tomorrow to bang the wife while the old man is at work. They'll. Glancing down. He was, perhaps unsurprisingly, starting to grow hard. In her heels she was about his height so she interlaced her feet with hers and pulled herself bodily against him, trapping his cock between her thighs and griding her shaved lower lips against the top of his shaft, biting his earlobe as she felt his body respond to her touch. aFter rubbing herself against him a few more moments she stepped back then took the cockring from her mouth before gently easing it over his shaft,. They danced extravagantly, eyes locked, oblivious of all others. It was like the mating ritual of cranes. The images of dance dissolved and now he saw them walking on beach. In Crete, he thought but wasn't sure. There had been many beaches. She was barefoot. Her sandals dangled from long fingers. His large, square hand held hers and he marvelled at her beauty as the sun set, suffusing everything with a soft, rose light.The scene shifted. He saw their first home together. A Victorian terrace in.