‘It was great’, he said. Before he left I asked him for a few bucks and he handed me a ten. Two weeks had gone by since the wildest hour of my life. My wife’s best friend, Melissa—a blonde girl my height with a slim figure,piercing blue eyes, and a smile I’d fallen in love with—and I had seen each other several times over that period of time, but little had occurred between us in person, mostly because Natalie, my wife, was always around. I’d gotten a single blow job from Melissa when she and I had managed to get fifteen minutes alone, and I had given her pussy a nice rub during a movie when Natalie and Melissa’s husband, Steven, were sitting right next amateur to us, thanks to a very large blanket that covered all four of us. How we’d not been caught during THAT escapade, I don’t know. Other than a few clandestine kisses and fondles, though, this was the limit of our physical contact up to that point. We HAD communicated nearly constantly straight on Facebook, however, and our relationship had deepened significantly. Thanks to our smartphones, we shared numerous photos and videos with each other, many of them without clothes, and we would video chat as often as possible… which was basically whenever both Natalie and Steven weren’t around. Although these video chats were always in the nude, they weren’t always about sex. We’d laugh and talk about everything from videogames to work to even our spouses and people we found attractive. Our secret phrase, “I need to adjust things on the Sims 3,” though, would always let the other know that we were majorly horny and we’d oral masturbate in front of each other until we both came. Melissa and I had gotten into the habit of leaving our phones by our pillows each night in case a “Sims 3” text came through. Both of us were porn addicts, and we’d finally admitted that to each other—and ourselves—a few days before the events I’m about to tell. Already we’d shared thousands of pictures and dozens of videos with each other. We were both getting a good idea of what the other really anal liked when it came to watching sex. I was into more softcore stuff—women showing off their bodies, especially in public places. Age didn’t matter much to me, as long as the women weren’t too old, and I liked girls with long hair on their heads and little hair on their pussies. Breasts could be any size, really, as long as they weren’t too large, and the same went with overall body shape. I was simply a lover of female beauty. I also truly enjoyed watching lesbian scenes; the more naked girls the better. Melissa was much more interested in hardcore stuff, especially orgies. She was with me in loving exhibitionism. Her ideal man was a thin gay guy with a long penis; she said that for her it was actually the length, not the width that mattered. A chiseled face and abs made her pussy flutter. Melissa could also appreciate the beauty of other women, so much so that she’d thought she was lesbian for a time. Being wood, it wouldn’t “give” like a soft pillow; whatever was given to Mel, she would bear the full brunt of it. He would pretend to be fine. I can't actually speak to her sex life with my dad, but she isn't getting amateur any from me," I explained before hitting my palm. I told her let me be the judge of that and I leaned down and blew through her pants covered oral pussy. The stair let out near the kitchen entrance to the diner that she lived above. anal Maybe this was all a dream, and even if it wasn't, I would enjoy myself. My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip. He wanted gay us to do the lessons and now we can’t do the lessons and he wanted us to do the lessons!” said Sonja, straight gripping her head as if afraid of it falling off her shoulders. My pussy clenched about him. This bar was one of the many businesses he owned, with the majority of its patrons being his underlings. He insisted on being photographed by females only though, so perhaps that was a clue to his real sexuality.