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Many women seem turned off by bisexual men, but Sara is not remotely homophobic.
She knows I've sucked many cocks in my life and has never been concerned or judgmental.
We were becoming an old boring couple – early to bed and early to rise and no sex. She does yoga every day and has a shapely back side, and lovely C cup breasts. She laments that her breasts aren't as pert as they used to be, but they have a gorgeous lilt to them.
I wore a very skimpy pair of trunks that showed off my toned legs and cute little butt. "I thought..guys were together..yeah, divorce is hard. They were quite a sexy sight – naked with their guitars. Sara and I had, I thought, very open lines of communication. Sara got down on her knees in front of Junot and started licking his cock. As we continued to watch Junot pound my wife, Carlos put his hand on my knee. I looked at his proud uncut cock, pointing straight up. It had been so long since I had a cock in my mouth – if there was a time to return to my cock-sucking ways, this was it. I got on my knees in front of him and I started sucking Carlos' big cock. Sara looked at me with awe, no doubt dazed by watching her husband suck and swallow a cock. Multiple emotions were floating in the air – confusion, satisfaction, joy, and guilt.
Sara is an Ivy League graduate and quite successful in her career. I mean..saw that and then fucked me for the first time in months," she asked.
Before we were married, she was able to buy a beautiful condo by the beach. I saw you shush him so you wouldn't get caught." "I'm so sorry," she said after a long, painful silence. "And then you fucked Junot...right in front of me," I countered. We had a hard time explaining ourselves to each other. We talked all day and night and the rest of the weekend. We made love all weekend in every corner of that apartment. We opened up about our sexual histories – every detail we could remember about our past experiences – every blowjob, every spit-roast (it turns out we both love to be spit-roasted), every crazy encounter.
And I'm certainly not one to judge – I had an adventurous sex life myself when I was younger.
And in fact, her candor actually encouraged me to be honest about my sexuality.
Although with that part of our life slowing down dramatically, I had been having more and more fantasies of having sex with other people – particularly men.