“You don’t have to answer right now, how about I give you a taste of what I want, and then you can decide?”I restrained his hand again and bent ...my head licking the length from his balls all the way up to the head of his shaft. He cursed softly and pulled on the restraints. “What do you say big brother?”“Fuck,” he cursed as my teeth nipped him lightly, “you’re fucking crazy, but I don’t have that kind of money, and shit,” my mouth closed over the head of his thick cock and I flicked my tongue. I had no idea what John had done during one of these parities in the heat of the moment. I know what I would do in his situation and I doubt that any man could hold out for too long with any of those ladies trying to seduce him. He had pretty much taken me in after I had stumbled into New Orleans after getting out and I wasn't about to get him into any kind of trouble.John and Sandra Chauvin were about ten years older than me, established in life and career. They had had only one little boy,. D. dissertation. I spend my days writing and typing at home while my wife works, so I have ample time for sexual fantasies.I have far more kinky impulses than does my wife. She greatly enjoys “normal sex,” but has little interest in the ex-otic. She encourages my fantasizing since it gives me satis-faction without requiring that she herself engage in weird sexual practices.I often find myself fantasizing that something (hypnosis, a birth control pill with erotic side effects) has made my wife. She began to caress her breasts, her nipples hard. She ran a hand over her wet, soapy belly until it met the v of her thighs. What had gotten into her, she thought. She hadn't thought about anyone but her husband since they met. But she couldn't help herself. The harder she tried, the more Scott pushed himself into her thoughts. So she went with it. She thought about what it would feel like to make love to him. She put her hands where she wanted his to be, where she hoped his mouth would go..