Perfect. I sip from the bottle and the liquid dances in my mouth filling me with insatiable desire. I pull out some French Vanilla ice cream, scoop it... into the blender and pour the Bailey’s on top, smooth, sensual and calming. I take a spoon and taste the mixture. It’s so palatable, but it’s too thick for my liking and it’s not strong enough to make me sleep. I turn to the cabinet behind me, open it and fumble through more bottles. I pour a little more into the shake and taste the thinned. With eyes closed I pictured the warm lube as the wetness from your mouth as you lovingly suckled them. I reveled in the images and feeling of your tongue dancing across them, taunting, nipping and alerting my clit to attention. I could feel my sex start to swell and moisture leak from its opening.Now on my back I reached for the dildo and inserted the bullet, switching it on and feeling my pussy reacting already to its hum. I first touched her with my own lubed fingers, and basked in the memory. The following Saturday I visited their house. The babe was in a tank top and small shorts.Few talks and we decided to play the truth or dare game. Few secrets flew out as nobody was ready to dare. So I had to do something. I choose dare and the lady asked me to remove my jeans. Now this was gonna be interesting.Slowly while removing my jeans, I pulled my undie down to give her a quick glance of my junior. Lust was seen in her eyes and slowly the dares started getting dirtier. Next her hubby. My lover was more adventurous than anyone I'd ever been with before. I was having the sexual time of my life! We managed to get together once or twice per month, depending on circumstances, and in between times used the internet to stay in touch and keep the spark ignited. We were friends on a popular online social network, and soon began sending each other sexy messages, then photos, even videos. It was like foreplay to us, and served to heighten our mutual desire until our next rendezvous..