We’ve been fucking like this nearly every morning for years, and it just never gets old. In our house, my family has a pretty open view o...n sex, pretty much operating on the principle of, “As long as everyone involved consents, then have fun.” Mom, dad, my sisters, and my brother are all fair game. Ever since we were younger, we were all allowed to satisfy our every sexual desire. So most mornings I was woken up by Crystal, who is by far the horniest member in our. At first, she felt resistance. But, as she persisted, he melted. His lips parted; their tongues met. The feeling was electric.Slowly, her hands began to explore his body. Her fingers spider-walked from his knee to his crotch. She was delighted to discover the stiff bulge already there. But, when he squirmed away from her touch, she reminded herself: Take your time.So she made her hand leave his cock, travel up his chest. She slid his suit jacket off as she crawled forward to press her body to. At that point, I had known my wife Janey for fourteen years and we had been married, without kids, for eleven. I never spoke to anyone about my now “Velveeta Cheese” marriage. As Erica Jong put it, it was: “filling, fattening even, but no thrill to the taste buds, no bittersweet edge.” I had trouble even admitting this to myself. But a symptom had appeared the previous year right after I had started working at the place. I began masturbating fairly regularly during the workday.It was easy to. The condensation on the bathroom mirror makes it slightly more challenging to shave the amateur beard that attempted itself over this last week – a long razor, left in one of the nearby drawers, put to use immediately. I wince at the small sharp pains – unavoidable, I suppose. I clean off the spots of blood with a dirty white towel, no longer virginal post-shave, and proceed back into the main room upon blowing out the candle. ‘Infinity’ – she lies before me on one of the camp beds,.