Maybe I should just leave." I leaned over, kissed her full on the mouth, and fondled her breast with my right hand -- resisting the urge to put my han...d between her legs. Then I said "I thought you wanted to add a little excitement to your life with Clifford [who's a nice, smart but not very exciting guy], and we will still make love however you'd like." I figured this smug response would piss her off even more, but that she would ultimately succumb to her desire for a memorable sexual. “You're going to listen while your wife makes us cum. Right, slut?” I smacked Willow's ass hard. “Ohh, Yancy,” Willow moaned wantonly. “I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore. I love Mark and his big cock that's plunging into my cunt and I love Mary and her beautiful pussy that taste so heavenly.” “What's wrong with you?” Yancy moaned. “I don't understand?” “You're wife's found better lovers,” Mary moaned. “And let me tell you, she is one skilled pussy eater.” Mary moved the phone closer so. It was several weeks after our wonderful anal exploration in Wellfleet. Over that time we further explored all the combinations two people in love could concoct to have sex. I loved the manner we had developed of working and having sex four or five times a week. It was uninhibited and wild, with the introduction of multiple toys, fantasies, and sexy dress resulting in huge orgasms and lots of naked body contact. One Sunday afternoon, we were reading the paper relaxing. I glanced up from my. In his workroom Philip stripped down to his briefs and began his stretching exercises. His doctor had recommended he try yoga to counteract working for long hours at a PC and he went into a routine that curved and arched, stretched and eased his spine. When he had finished he sat back on his haunches, breathing hard and sweating. He felt good, his body energised. The late afternoon sun was streaming in through the skylight and he hooked his fingers inside the waistband of his briefs and pulled.