“Em,” said Ambrose. “When did you last have sex?” Em said, “Last weekend Ambrose. I went to the coast and had dinner with a hot date.” sh...e smiled at him. “It was rather spectacular, but this is your confession evening, not mine.” Ambrose smiled back at her. He loved Em’s directness. It never failed to surprise. “No, that’s okay,” he said. “I don’t want to pry. I do want to tell you about my little event, though.” Em raised her glass and blew him a kiss. “Go ahead. Don’t leave anything out,”. I moved my chair closer to the window, not caring if she saw me watching her. As a matter of fact, I was hoping she saw me. Then she waved toward me in a friendly manner, making sure I knew that she knew I was there. I smiled back down at her and waved back. Did she know my other hand was around my cock? Perhaps. She arranged her lounge laying out her towel, as she settled back, tossing her long hair back.as she smiled. She slid her robe off her shoulders as she lay back, her big breasts in. I watched his hand disappear and return, cock held firmly, smeared moisture leaking from the tip.My fingers worked faster, my thumb stopping now and then to help pinch and flick at my sensitive clit, then plunging down to join the rest of my fingers and they all strained to enter my sopping cunt together, doing their Oscar-worthy imitation of a turgid cock.He began stroking himself and all of the feelings inside me intensified. I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to touch him. I wanted to. My hard-on was as big and as hard as I can ever remember but after that look, Tom moved his hips down to my wife and with small, short thrusts he began to work himself inside of her. Her hips moved up to greet him and welcome him into her inner most body.Over the past few days I had not allowed Cheryl to beat me off to climax and I had certainly not allowed myself to fuck her. I knew that the only way I would ever go through with this was if my own sexual tenstion and desire was left.