The rush of sexual adrenaline as I pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her legs. The thrill of teasing with the hands and fingers and lips an...d tongue that could FINALLY replace words on a screen. The uncovering of the sweet pussy that for years had been elfishly kept private. The first stroke of my tongue on her swollen, wet, married lips and the first taste of the new Hot Wife. Quiet pleasure unraveling before the open eyes and running cameras of the lucky husband. The excitement. He was about fifty, the age that Roberto had said he was, and as I got closer, he said: "Are you Stephan?" Yes," I replied, "I am, and you're Roberto?" That's me! Nice to meet you at last," he said smiling."Yeah, it is," I replied, still feeling a little bit nervous. This was, after all, only my second meet up with another guy for sex!He got up and we went inside to get a cup of coffee; and after we had, we went back outside to one of the tables and chairs that were under some umbrella's; like. I remembered that most likely this little adventure was a long ways from over. The plane parked and passengers disembarked. I got caught up in the flow of people and found myself moving at their pace with no where to stop. By the time I made it off the plane I was horny. By the end of the ramp I was desperate. As soon as I was in the terminal I parted from the main flow of people and found a quiet corner to let my body cool off in. While I cooled I texted the girls. They were all. Does that make you upset?’ Jasmine was not surprised at George’s fantasy at all. In fact she had the same thoughts herself and since George had said them aloud, so did Jasmine, ‘No, I think of doing other men, more than you think.’ Jasmine blushed and said, ‘Does that make you angry?’ ‘No, it does not doesn’t make me angry.’ While it didn’t exactly make George angry to think of Jasmine with other men, it did make him jealous, but he never said so. He wondered if she had ever followed through.