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She slowly started to grind her hips, pressing her pussy against his cock. He couldn't believe the sensation. His cock was harder than it had ever been before. Reaching down, she began to unbuckle his belt. She undid his pants and gently reached inside to grasp his cock. He thought he would scream. Never in his life had he thought that the feeling of someone else touching his dick would feel so different from when he touched it himself. Gently she started to move her hand, slowly pumping his cock inside his pants. Then she pushed his pants down and began to open her own. He stepped out of his jeans and reached out to grab her panties which he slowly began to remove. She sat back down on the edge of the bed and raised her legs to help.

Hearing footsteps, Steve turned and watched Terry approach.
Even after 15 years of marriage he still found her attractive.
Oh, she was no raving beauty, but then neither was he. But they
had much in common, both loved the theatre, fine food, working
together and each others company.
“God, I’m beat!” she moaned. “I could go home and sleep all
weekend.”
“Now, it’s not all that bad is it?” Steve asked. He felt
his whole body start to tighten up. This was friday, the one
night, three times a month that they had sex. The project was
taking more and more of their time and it had already been two
weeks since they had last made love. The thought of going
another week was not a pleasant one.

She took a finder in her mouth and languidly
rolled her tongue around it, tasting herself. As she nursed quietly on him,
Sara’s hand nestled between his legs as it often did, and was greeted by
a warm splash of fluid as he lost control. Oblivious, Sara slept on, and his
body slowly relaxed. Julie clasped his hand to her now-buttoned shirt, and
he slipped away. He could have sworn he heard the last ember of the fire
wink out, though he might have been mistaken.

His palm lay against her belly, and he
discovered with a smile that Julie was an “outie.” His longest fingers just
crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A whisper of motion and he could feel
the smooth skin beneath the sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazing
her warm breasts, and he set about to untie the drawstrings around her waist.
At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too short to grasp the
tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time, until suddenly his hand was shoved
away. He recognized the tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his hand
through the torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt coarse
ringlets underneath sheer panties, and he scritched lightly in circles at
the top of the hill. With each circle he dipped somewhat lower, until he
was sweeping across the barest hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his
advances there, pressing more firmly but always only grazing that spot.

It was winter, and the two of them were staying with a friend who had her
own apartment. The house was chilly, and they had talked late into the night.
As Julie went into the bathroom to change for bed, he and Sara quickly held
each other and kissed. They scarcely had time for a gentle taste of one another
before slipping out of their warm things and into night dress. He pulled on
a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt. She giggled, noticing how poorly they
restrained him, and pushed him gently under the covers. She pulled on a long
nightshirt that fell to her knees, suspended in a long cascade from the
tips of her breasts. She was setting their things aside as Julie returned, in
a button-down flannel shirt and sweatpants. Julie’s eyes made a brief contact
of Sara’s behind as the latter slipped into the middle of the large bed.
Julie smiled at her guests. “It’ll be nice to have company tonight. I’ve
been so cold lately!” As she stretched to reach the lamp, he glimpsed a
flash of midriff glowing pink in the soft light. Then blackness.