And he knew it was. He hits the right spots and does all the right things to make me cum over and over. But he had to be inside of me again. I knew he... wanted to feel that dripping wet pussy wrapped around his manhood again. He loves how wet I get and loves sliding in ever so easily. We kissed and sucked and fucked the evening away until the bed and us both were a hot mess. It was Saturday evening now and we wanted to go out. It was dinner and live music and drinks. In other words, foreplay. I. I came of age being use to being touched by guys. Most times incidentally during the game and a few times not so innocently, but my brothers put a quick stop to it if they thought it was intentional and not just in the course of play.Fast forward a few years and there’s the guy (from the first chapter)I’ve been giving oral pleasure to for a few months.Back then, I would have called him my “boyfriend” but looking back, he never took me anywhere, never acknowledged me as his girlfriend and only. We all hung out for awhile waiting for the storms to pass on the patio the jokes and flirting continued, and even got to the point where the wives were flashing the guys. After dark the storms finally passed and everyone hopped back in the pool, which due to all of the rain had cooled way down. Within a few minutes of hanging out my wife took her top off and threw it out of the pool, and in turn her friend threw hers out as well. Both of the topless girls were huddled around the warm water. “im going toremove your leg restraints but i don’t want you to move, understand” i noddedbefore realising that would count there was a dull pain as a paddle of somesort smacked against my pussy “don’t move he said again” he smacked my pussyagain and again the pain feeling good and i bent me knees up to expose morepussy for the paddle, the smacks became harder and i wetter. Yet again he said ‘dontmove’ this there was no smack and careful not to move i waited for what seemedhours. Suddenly a.