He admitted to me that night that in the six years we’d been married that he’d been with nine different women. Mostly one night stands. But there ...was one that he’d been with a couple of times and another that he’d been with repeatedly over the last year. I enticed him to tell me about it, every detail as I stroked and licked his cock.He told me that she was his age, a soccer mom that worked an office job. But she’d married early in life to an older guy who wound up having a heart attack and. She'd never been felt there, not even by herself.'Come back closer, and open' His voice was thick and heavy. Lily did as she was told, and shuffled back, widening her legs for him again.'Good girl' He groaned out, his hand never leaving the space between her thighs. Lily could feel heart facing and her throat feeling tight. She stood frozen, slightly bent over, as his rough hands slowly slid along her pink, smooth lips.'Oh oh' She whined quietly feeling him slide along her sex. His fingers. At a very young age Trish told me that she was a Lesbian, of course I had already known because I could often hear the sounds of love making through the thin walls that seperated our two rooms, and only her girlfriends were in there with her at the time.I would never tell her secret. Not just because I loved my Sister, which was true, but mainly because she would often let me watch her and her friends. Occasionally if there was more than one girl over they would even let me participate, in. .. the same hairless slit that I'd be enjoying, later on.My mouth clamped limpet-like onto it while she bucked and heaved beneath me. I think of how she'd choose the panties she wanted me to wear, how she'd look up into my eyes as she eased them up over my thighs. They were always tiny, filmy, frivolous little scraps of nothing, designed to tease and titillate. They were always chosen with a view to what they'd show rather than conceal.I remember how, at work, we'd look across the office at.