As a result, while all my high school friends were experiencing sex, I limited myself to the occasional hand job. I went to college and met my husband.... He was the first man I had sex with. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious,. We were both loyal to eachother and neither one of us even thought about cheating. We loved eachother deeply, and it helped that each of us was like a magnet for the other. We were looking at eachother, but our arms were still held around eachother in a romantic embrace. She giggled softly and glanced down at my crotch, before leaning in and whispering in my ear.“Looks like someone wants to come out and play”, she whispered before taking another glance.“Sorry. I guess I have a. When he judged her near, he inserted two fingers into her to rub her G-spot. He loved Kath's orgasms, especially when they were so clearly a response to his actions. The only downside was that he had to abandon the sweet breast to cover her mouth.Kathleen thought that Char knew her so well. His professors had persuaded him to change specialties from obstetrics to pediatrics because they didn't think women would appreciate his huge hands inside their vaginas. Male doctors -- what did they know.. He gently rested it on her shoulder. Caroline felt the pressure on her shoulder. Was he awake or asleep, she wondered. Had he just moved in his sleep or was this the start of something more? She didn’t know what she hoped for. She left his hand where it was, neither encouraging nor rejecting his touch. His hand started gently moving, caressing her shoulder lightly. He was awake. How to respond? She could just move his hand off her, or she could move away. She did neither and instead reached her.