My heart thumped and I had to rub my legs together hard. I handed her a glass of wine and she handed me a hairbrush and asked if I'd mind. She slurped... on the wine while I gratefully brushed her lovely hair, breathing in the fresh scent of her body from behind. She relaxed into me and the pressure of her young body in the silk gown against my breasts was almost too much to bear. The gown was loosely tied and I could see over her shoulder the swell of her breasts as they disappeared under the. Up until now, it was safe to dabble with the what-ifs. The thousands of miles between us, the five-hour time difference and our conflicting schedules (a word that we will have to agree to disagree on how to pronounce) have put the brakes on us ever bringing this situation to life.I am here.You are there.But somehow, we still make it work. We enjoy the time we spend together in so many ways. You make me laugh. You make me think. You make me wet. We’ve perfected the art of cumming together during. They loved each other, with all their hearts, and showed it more than many people would approve of. Nobody was forced, and no one was condemned. Sharon told her, since she had already been all but told, outright, that she and her family and many of their friends, had nothing against sharing, or being shared. It was a life that everyone enjoyed, AND appreciated.Julia sat listening to her, with the same attentiveness that she had paid to her. Finally, after mulling it over in her mind, asked. "If. ” I spent the next ten minutes telling Jeanne about my experience at Club Wanderlust. She listened intently. As soon as I was finished she asked, “Did it excite you when you watched Maureen and her date walk back to the bedroom alcoves?” “Yes.” “Do you think you'll be just as excited when you watch me walk back to my boudoir with Jack?” “I'm quite certain that I'll be even more excited.” “Really? Why?” “Because you're my wife.” Jeanne gasped and said, “Michael that is so hot.” “I think so too..