In the beginning, her husband was hungry for her, and Debra was a very enthusiastic partner, always available to him. In the beginning, her husband lo...ved her eagerness, loved her wanton positions, loved it when she sucked him off. But then, somehow, he seemed to have lost interest in her. Not knowing why, Debra had tried everything she knew to hold his interest, willing to degrade and humiliate herself for his pleasure. But even that had failed. Her husband had been married to his work.She had. She had long auburn hair that flowed down past her shoulders to the tops of her perfectly shaped 36D breasts. All eyes turn to her as her 4 inch heels clicked across the floor. Time seemed to stand still as I rose from the table, drinking in her beauty in person for the first time. I had her favorite cocktail waiting, Patron silver chilled with a lime in a martini glass. We drank. We talked. We laughed. We touched. Her hand found its way to my thigh and I could feel myself harden to her touch.. At last, I would truly understand. I pressed my legs together, but it wasn’t enough. I slipped my hands under my skirt and pressed my fingers sympathetically over my clit but it didn’t help as I had hoped, it just escalated my need. I became so hot, so caught up in my own overpowering needs that I almost didn’t notice the change in the scenes in front of me. Refocussing, I saw that they had separated into two groups, with men on the one side of the fire and women on the other. The dancing was. "Another few moments. "Is this going to happen again?" he asks."I have absolutely no objections to that," I sigh, "and may indeed put forth vocal encouragement. Christ, Just. You've got a cock like a.....well. It's big. God."That makes him laugh, and he leans back on his hands and grins at me. "I'm pretty proud of it," he says modestly, then stands up, extending his hand to me. "Come on. Let's go for a swim."I take his hand, but don't stand, instead using the hand to steady myself as I slip to.