God help me, I want to be her! Their love making had so many levels of complexity and nuance, it was like watching two beautiful artists practicing t...heir craft. Not only refining the basic scope of their dance, they kept adding new things to their pallet of color as it presented itself. When they touched each other, it was as though they were brush strokes on a living canvas with a master's control. The candle light only made them appear in a soft, surreal golden hue, they looked like a. The dinner was great and she had on this dark blue dress that was almost there it was so short and cut very low too her breast looked so good and her ass was on view most of the time not that I minded if I were a man she would have to pry me off her, but being a woman, a mother, a wife, a business person and never even thought about other women I was still so turn on I had a puddle of cunt juice on my seat I used all my might to control myself but then she stood up looked me in the eye and. She managed to sit up and untie her feet and then walked on her knees over to the hearth where she found the key and unlocked her hands. Taking off the blindfold, she looked around. Nothing to show what had happened except a few damp spots on the carpet. Stiff from the night, sore from the fucking, she put some coffee on and climbed in the shower. It was wonderful and she spent a long time under the spray. It was about 7:30 by the time she got out, feeling much more like a normal woman, and. My wife, Laney, had dragged herfeet on for years ever since we had married eight years earlier. "Whatmade you decide to do it now?" I'm 32, and while my biological clock isn't becoming a big issue yet, Idon't want to get into a situation where it is. So I'm thinking maybetonight would be a good time to ... uh ... work on that. How do you feelabout that?" She gave me a sly smile and winked."Sounds fantastic. I'll be looking forward to it!" I said."Me too. You have no idea how much I'm looking.