We were snuggled under a blanket, on the couch. In the chimney, the flames cast a warm glow as the fire roared drowning the howl of the wind outside.T...he flame that we had once had between us had burned out a long time ago. Now we sat in the intimacy born out of habit without the heat of any vestige of passion.I looked at you and saw the woman I had loved and married without really recognizing her. The face and figure were the same I had always known, but the soul seemed to have changed. What. What it meant about her as woman. Her logic was warped and twisted but it was a kind of logic, nonetheless.“When he called to say wanted to see me again, I just had to say yes!”She looked at her two silent friends.“And that time - when I knew I was really being a whore - it was even better! Oh God, it was so much better! So when he called a third time, I just couldn’t refuse!”I sat in silence, my mind spinning. Julie seemed to view the word ‘whore’ as a badge of honour rather than a term of. Kissing further down her body, he made his way to toward her center. She let out a deep sigh as if she had just been relieved of a large burden when his lips touched her. She stretched, relieving the tension from her still sleepy muscles, willing her senses to awaken. Her breathing began to get shorter and faster. Taking his cue he slid silently yet rapidly up her body.Their bodies joined into one in a flash of intense fire. They kissed, lips meeting though his were still damp. He reached under. She began to work her whole mouth over the end of the cock now, bobbing her head up and down as she did so.At first she simply took the bell-end into her mouth, then released it quickly. Repeating this several times, she began to work it further into her mouth with each short stroke, every time sliding her lips a little further down the shaft.She began to alternate the length at which she reached down the cock, one short stroke followed by one deep one, then one short one followed by first two.