Monique murmurs approval and encouragement. Time becomes irrelevant as they move in rapturous harmony. I wonder if I should attempt to join them, help... Monique to orgasm perhaps. But such is their almost trance-like equilibrium I fear I might somehow spoil this ecstatic coupling.When the moment arrives, signalled by Ty's laboured breathing, Monique instinctively reacts. She throws herself on to her stomach which has the effect of removing Ty's penis from its warm nest. Turning agilely on to her. Once again I open the door for you and help you out of the limo. I gently take you by the elbow and guide you to the entrance. You meekly stand there as I open that door for you as well and usher you in. You can see people giving us strange looks at the reversal of roles and the tops of your ears turn a crimson red. Next, we are asked for our names and I answer for us. When we get to the table, I pull the chair out for you and place the napkin across your lap. As I sit down, a waitress appears. Maybe.Anal play wasn't a thing for me yet at that young age. Just once in a while, and then never very seriously - that initial uncomfortable feeling would turn me off every time. But a few days later I was reading and chilling and thought about masturbating, and the "fulfilled" feeling came to mind, so I decided to try again.This time I got some lube and the dildo and went into the bathroom where the shower seat was perfect for this sort of thing. After lubing my finger and making it slip up. It had been an uninteresting period, work schedules and social life had not actually left any quality sex time, so the occasional quick fuck happened when possible. However, we finally had a decent free timeslot together and decided to make the most of it and head on out for a date night. Making the effort to look and smell nice, I sat in the kitchen awaiting my wife to come down. She walked down the stairs a few minutes later in a flowy, knee-grazing dress, a pair of nude coloured peephole.