These conversations either ended up in fabulous sex or if we were already fucking then an extra special hard on for me. After she asked if I could be ...persuaded to make it with another guy and share him with her that I told her of the gay sauna I’d been to before we met. She kept questioning me, asking what it was like etc and found that they did mixed nights as well. That was it, she pestered me to take her, each time we had kinky sex she brought up the subject until at last I agreed to take. The area around it was already beginning to swell. Upon seeing the swelling, she realized that she would have to stitch the wound soon, or she would never be able to pull the edges together. They had practiced stitching wounds in the six-week course. She knew how, and the instructor had told her that she was good at it, but this wasn’t pretend with two pieces of material that simulated skin. It was her husband’s head with the seepage beginning to increase right before her eyes. She refolded her. "Are you sure?" She said, looking at me with a smile. "Yeah, its okay. We all had fun last night, lets have fun right now." I walked over to the bed and turned off the small night stand light, she started stroking Don in front of me while giving me a knowing glare, her mouth descended upon his cock. I felt jealous once again, but it subsided when her hand left his cock and reached over to me, crawling through the dimly lit covers and through my boxer opening to my own cock. She moved between. It's different, but the same. I mean, a lot of the same things turn meon. Sometimes for different reasons, in different ways, and sometimesjust because they always did. But..." she put her cards down again."Well, I changed, no way around it. I didn't suddenly become boy-crazy,but I do notice guys. I notice shoulders, the way they walk. It'sbecause they're different from me. The unknown is interesting." But it isn't unknown for you." Thing is, it's hard to remember what it felt like when.