As she caresses my neck, then my chest and then she lingers for a few agonizing moments just below my belly button. I am as rock hard as humanly possi...ble. I have already belittled myself once and yet I am ready again. Such is the power of my insatiable vixen. She draws from me what no man could ever dream of, yet somehow, perhaps like a marionette, she can coax from me whatever, whenever her needs make a demand. She draws me again, with one hand choking my base, I swell, my head as big as I. When I think back I think my wife may have set something up as , as people left the party one of my mates was not keen to leave, even his wife went home leaving him at our house. He was an ex squaddie so quite buff. When everyone had left not sure how we got to it buti remeber him saying it was quite common to have a naked bar in the forces and he preceded to strip off. Now I’m not shy in this department and stripped of myself. We were both naked when my wife walked in and in some shock said. "Linda, you are just scandalous," Rhonda said and got up and went to the bathroom. Linda laughed "She is just faking, I know she is getting turned on. I reached under her skirt and felt her getting wet," she said.When Rhonda came back, she seemed to have composed herself because her tanned face bore a serene smile. I wondered if she had rubbed one out while she had been in the bathroom. Sometimes women could be even freakier than men. We paid the tab and headed out. Linda was feeling the. Milky white skin clad in black clothes.. with gothic makeup. And a thick plump body, wide hips...round pronounced ass ..and from the bras i had to buy her she was a size 38DD. Although according to her it seems like she will soon grow out of them. .She wore glasses and had blond hair just like her mom...but inherited my green eyes. we were very open with each other both physically and emotionally...often just strolling around in the house in our underwear unless we had visitors... and talked.