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Our Present From the Christmas Party

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The Christmas party was proving to be more fun than usual. I had arrived about an hour later than the rest of the staff, as I had been playing ice hockey right after work and I didn?t want to give it up. I?d had a good, hard skate and I had that ?after workout? glow that makes you feel ?on your game?. By the time I got to the party, my hair still wet from the shower, and everybody was already well-lubricated and the mingling was at a mid-party level. Many of the ladies from the staff were decked out in their heels, low cut sweaters and had made themselves up to be a fair bit sexier than they usually were around the office. I, for one, appreciated the efforts they had put into it.

As I chatted with several co-workers and the spouses that I knew, I spotted Michelle at the other side of the room. She smiled radiantly at me and waved. I waved back, realizing that I looked a bit silly, but Michelle and I had an unwritten special relationship in our office. She must have known that I really enjoyed being around her, soaking in her gorgeous smile and sexy body. I could also tell that she liked me. I often noticed her looking me up and down, especially on Casual Fridays, when I wore clothes that hugged my muscular frame a little more closely.

After mingling with several co-workers, I slowly made my way over to the group that Michelle was speaking with. As I approached, I looked her up and down slowly, enjoying the journey my eyes were being treated to. She had worn tight, black dress slacks that clung to her generous curves beautifully. She also had bright red lipstick on, which worked very well with the deep red, hugging sweater that enveloped her breasts. Her breasts were not large, but very shapely, especially given her very flat stomach and tiny waist. It was hard to believe that Michelle had born two children and still managed to maintain such a youthful figure. Her dancing, pale blue eyes met mine as I joined the circle of women that were talking about work business. Her smile lit up the room as she greeted me. She had perfect teeth her full lips were accentuated by the generous amount of lipstick she had put on for the evening. The other women said hi too, and conversation went on. While I enjoyed the company of almost all of these ladies, in small doses that is, they all seemed to sense that Michelle and I had some special chemistry going, and I sensed that they felt a little put out by it. Both her and I were married, but we often let our eyes linger longer than we should when sitting together in the staff room. If Michelle noticed the resentment of the other ladies, she never let on. On this night, she kept smiling and moving closer to me as we caught up on the week and what we were all doing for the Christmas season.

Noticing that her drink was almost done, I asked all the ladies if they would like another drink. They all said no, including Michelle, but I persisted with her, given she was almost empty. ?Let me surprise you,? I suggested. She relented and I went off to the bar. I asked the bartender for a good Christmas drink he could recommend that packed a punch. He smiled and looked over past me at Michelle, and I realized at that point that he must have been onto me. He suggested an Acapulco and I watched him put the concoction together with fascination. He added very generous shots of tequila and white rum and then he put in gr*pefruit juice, pineapple juice, coconut milk and crushed ice. He blended it all and then put a wedge of pineapple on the Hurricane glass he served it in. It looked delicious, and I could tell from the shots he had put in, that the ?punch? factor would definitely be there. As I gave him the money and a generous tip, I saw his eyes wander back to Michelle and he smiled. ?Hope it works for you, bud.? I laughed and thanked him.

Michelle?s eyes widened as she saw the drink. ?Oh my gosh. What is that?? she laughed. I explained as best as I could and she took a sip. ?It?s nice. Very tropical. It makes me feel like I?m sitting by the ocean in Mexico or something.? We talked about tropical vacations and had drifted away from the other ladies. She had already had a few drinks before I got there and I could tell by the time we finally sat down at a table that she was getting a good buzz on. He dancing eyes were dancing more than usual. Many of our co-workers had already left the party by the time I came back with another Acapulco for Michelle. She gasped and said, ?You?re going to have to walk me home if I drink all that. You?re going to get me drunk, you bad boy.?

I laughed and gladly offered to walk her home. She only lived about 5 blocks away anyway and she had not planned to drive home anyway. I was about the same distance away and had not brought a car either. As we joked and laughed, it came out that her husband was out of town on business for the entire week and her kids were at her parents? place until the next day so that she could enjoy a night out worry-free. We were joking about a lot of things at work and I could tell she was very loosened up at this point. ?It?s a stuffy old place, this office, at times,? she said, ? with a hint of a slur on a few words, ?Whenever I try to dress up in something sexy, I get nasty looks from some of the other women.?

?You don?t get nasty looks from me though,? I interjected quickly.

?No. Your looks are DEFINITELY not nasty. LUSTY would be more accurate, ? she blurted out and laughed.

I looked surprised. ?Oh oh. Am I that obvious??

?Yes you are, but you know that I like it. I like to know that I can still attract men.?

?Well, I do find you very attractive, Michelle. And I?m sorry if my eyes are a little too revealing at times.?

She reached out and patted my thigh as she said,?Don?t be sorry at all. It makes me feel sexy when you look me up and down like you do. Besides, I like what I see in you too. Don?t think that muscular chest and shoulders and that tight butt don?t turn a few heads when you?re not looking. Lots of women on staff have second looks at you, but they?re too repressed to do it while you are looking. But I do. Haven?t you noticed??

I paused. ?I suppose I have.? By the time she had removed her hand from my thigh, I had developed an erection from the talk and her touch, and I shuffled and adjusted my position in my chair to try to conceal it.

?Oh oh!? she leaned over toward me, looking mischievous. Her slurs were becoming more frequent. ?My spider sense is tingling. Did I just give you a stiffy?? I know I looked sheepish and only managed to smile back at her. I had no comeback. She continued, patting my thigh again. ?Don?t be embarrassed. Look at me!? She leaned back in her chair and pointed to her erect nipples through the shear fabric of her sweater. ?All this talk and the alcohol have made me a bit hot too. We?re only human, aren?t we?? Her eyes had an extra twinkle and looked very naughty, as her hand returned to my thigh and this time slid right up to my erection. She traced its length with her fingers as she gently bit her lip, leaned her head to one side and moved closer to me. ?Oh my gosh,? she purred in a husky voice,? what do we have here? This is no average weapon you are sporting. This is a heavy duty model.?

I almost spit my drink out and she laughed, her hand still sliding gently on my crotch tracing my dick with one finger. I looked around to make sure that no one was watching. Only a few people remained and they were at the other end of the room engaged in their own conversations. I finally sucked my breath in and managed to ask,?Say, did you want me to walk you home now, Michelle?? I tried to appear calm and nonchalant as I could, while practically bursted out of my pants with her touch.

She appeared to love the riskiness of it all and I think she also loved the complete control she had over me. She ignored me for a bit, continuing to rub up and down my length through my pants. I did notice that her nipples were poking through her sweater in a much more obvious fashion now. ?I?m guessing that you have at least 8 inches here, fellow,? she teased. She was now just rubbing only the head through my pants. ?Am I right??

I choked a bit, laughed and moaned with her touch. Then I whispered,?Closer to 10 actually. And you are very nasty, aren?t you!?

?Oh my God!? she laughed. She was really drunk now and anything was coming out of her mouth... and much too loudly, given what we were talking about. ?I?ve never seen anything bigger than 5 or 6 inches... and I remember that those were plenty big enough in me. Of course I was younger and probably a lot tighter then, wasn?t I?? She laughed. I couldn?t help beginning to thrust a bit with her rubbing. She smiled and obviously liked that I was reacting to her teasing. Then she continued, ?My husband is only about 4 inches, which is fine, but I had boyfriends in college that were definitely bigger. I have to say that they felt really good inside of me back then. I used to orgasm a lot more with them fucking me than I do now. Maybe it?s because I was younger. I don?t know. I usually only cum when I masturbate now.?

?You?re really turning me on with all this talk and your rubbing, Michelle!? I warned her in a low voice, ?I hope you have a plan here.?

?Oh, I always have a plan. How many times do you masturbate a week?? Her eyes looked glossy from the alcohol and her cheeks were flushed.

I paused, taken aback yet again. ?I suppose... a bit too often, given my age. I?m quite a bit more physical than my wife.?

?That?s a nice way of putting it. I need release most nights, and my husband is hardly ever home with his job. And when he is home, he is often too bushed to be physical. So I masturbate at least every second night. I usually work out hard to with a treadmill run or weights to let off steam after the kids are in bed. The workout always gives me a buzz and makes me horny. So, I give a little treat to myself.?

I couldn?t believe what I was hearing and I certainly didn?t have a response, except to moan slightly as she lightly stroked my bulge. ?Lately, I?ve been thinking about you as I masturbate. I like your smile, your lean, muscly body, the way your butt fills your jeans, and I like the way you move. I thought you might want to know that.? My penis was pulsating now, as she rubbed, and I was beginning to worry that she was going to make me cum in my pants with all this sensual talk. ?The workout and a warm bath always turns me on. I keep a dildo hidden behind stuff on the top shelf in my en-suite ... just a little, latex one.?

Finally, I grabbed her hand. ?Michelle, if you keep going, I?m going to be very embarrassed trying to walk out of here.?

She smiled,?Oh, I wouldn?t want that. Plus...? she licked her lips slowly as she leaned in to me, ? I wouldn?t want to waste a good orgasm.? She leaned right up to my ear and whispered,?I love the taste of hot cum. And I?ll bet you have a lot of cum built up in that weapon of yours!?

It was all I could do to stop myself from spurting into my jeans right there. I stood up and faced the window and quickly threw my trench coat on so it would fall below my huge, very noticeable bulge in my jeans. ?I?ll get your coat,? I offered as I made my way to one of the coat racks. I noticed her pert and very erect breasts again as I put her coat on. I made sure the back of my hand brushed against them as she stuck her arms through the sleeves of the coat.

She needed a bit of help on the walk to her place as she was definitely intoxicated. She leaned against me most of the way, giggling, and still telling me far too much about her erotic life. I hoped she didn?t regret my buying her the extra drinks the next morning. ?I really do love my husband, but I need more. I need a good raunchy fuck now and then. I can?t handle a comfortable, five-minute, ?fit-it-in? fuck once on the weekend. I?m far too physical a woman for that! That?s your language, isn?t it?? She laughed and swayed into me.

?Your are certainly turning me on talking about it, Michelle,? I confided, ?but I hope you?re O.K with this in the morning. This isn?t just the liquor talking I hope. I don?t want to jeopardize our working relationship.?

?I?m drunk, Daryl... but I want this. I know what I want. My only regret is if something happens with my kids and I don?t get to molest you the way I am planning. And I know you want it too. And don?t worry... this is pure lust and ?friends with benefits? ... nothing else.?

We walked further in silence. I was worried that I had destroyed the mood with my doubts. However, I was glad I brought it up anyway. Then she piped up and I knew that I hadn?t blown it. ?How many times could you do me in one night?? she asked.

I laughed in surprise and relief. ?Well, I?m not sure I?m going to last too long straight away, to be honest. You?ve got me pretty aroused right now. You are one very sexy and sensual woman, Michelle.?

She thought for a bit and continued. ?Well then, if you?re that horny, I will slide my hot, wet lips up and down that big cock of yours right away and let you cum in my mouth and all over me. Then, as I clean up all your cum with my fingers and tongue, you will grab my hard butt with both hands, dive down between my legs and start lapping at my button until I cum. Sound like a plan??

I gulped. ?Yes. I like the plan.?

?And trust me, I won?t take long either. I?m horny as hell right now. I guarantee your face will be drenched when you?re done. I?m soaked right now just thinking about it.?

As she talked on and on, I was worried again that I wouldn?t actually make it to her house, as she was masturbating me now with her words. I reached down to adjust myself one more time as we stumbled on toward her house.

?So, after you cum, how long until you are hard again? My husband is sleeping within 5 minutes of his orgasm usually. And I?m often still horny and I masturbate while he sleeps.?

I felt like I was on a sex talk show. But I also needed to be honest, so I didn?t disappoint this incredibly lusty, gorgeous lady. ?I think tonight, I?ll be hard again in half an hour, Michelle. And I will probably have a third in me, depending on how long you want me over.?

?Oh my god, this is going to be good!? she said excitedly, ?We?ll have a hot tub in between. When do you have to be home??

?I?m at a staff party, so I didn?t give a time.?

We finally arrived at her place and she tried to open the door, but she couldn?t get the key in the door. She laughed and looked back at me. ?It?s not that I?m drunk. I promise!? She tried again. She finally got it in and looked back. ?Actually, my hands are shaking from being so turned on. That?s my excuse. I hope that you have better aim than me!? We both laughed.

She took off her coat and threw it on the couch and I did the same. Before the coat had even left my hands, Michelle had wrapped her arms around me and her warm, moist lips met mine. As her snake-like tongue slipped in my mouth, her hands came up under my shirt and rubbed my back and shoulders. I could indeed feel her hands trembling as she did this. This poor thing definitely needed to be treated to proper loving for a night. I never knew a woman to be this aroused. And I had to say, I couldn?t remember being so turned on myself. My testicles ached for release at this point. Michelle moved from my mouth down my neck, her hands moving up and down my torso under my sweater as she did so. As she moved lower, she lifted up my sweater and I helped and pulled it the rest of the way off. She licked and sucked gently all the way down my chest, my nipples and my abdominal muscles. Soon, her hands were rubbing my bulge again, but this time, she was finally able to unzip me and release my package. As she pulled back the flaps of my trousers, and my engorged penis sprang out like a jack-in-the-box, she gasped. ?Oh... my.... god!? Michelle paused, wide-eyed, watching my fully erect 10 inches bob up and down in front of her. Then, she very deliberately took both hands and encircled the base of my cock slowly, stroking it slowly up and down as she slowly sunk to her knees and moved her lips very close to my very wet head. Clear pre-cum was already dripping off the circumcised head from the teasing that I had endured at the party and on the walk over. She looked longingly and somewhat pitifully up at me with those beautiful pale blue eyes as her hot breath continued to bath my glistening penis. She stroked and admired, slowly and longingly. Finally, still stroking with two hands, Michelle?s skilled tongue began lapping up the clear fluid that had now oozed out and down my shaft, following the rhythm of her twisting, two-handed stroke. Given my highly-aroused state, I was fearful that I was going to blast cum in her face before she even inserted me in her mouth. I tried hard to focus on keeping it together, but I could feel the glorious numbness that always comes before ejaculation and I looked down at her tongue on my hole and noticed that the pre-cum was seeping out at a constant rate now, and was now turning white. But finally, her lips parted and she let my slick head slide in her mouth, sucking gently as she did so. She moaned in appreciation, seemingly enjoying the girth and feel of my penis and also, perhaps, that taste of oozing juices. With her slender fingers, she still stroked the bottom of my shaft as she began to move her head up and down the upper part of my cock, sliding it a little deeper in her mouth and throat with each head bob. She slowly built up speed and suction as she blew me, and the ever-louder slurping noises became pretty much the last straw for me. I hadn?t yet blew the mother-load, but the numbness and tingling were intensifying and I could still already smell my sperm mixing with her saliva as she slurped and moaned in a frantic, piston-like motion. Finally, like being jolted with an electric shock, I tensed and gasped, and my hips began convulsing and heaving jet after jet of hot, white cum into Michelle?s mouth, with the inevitable spillover dripping down her chin, her slender neck and even onto her cleavage and beautiful red sweater. Her long dark hair swayed side to side as she milked me with those beautiful, red lips.

When I finally stopped shooting and oozing, she let my length plop out of her mouth, along with more of my semen that she couldn?t contain. I collapsed to my knees and kissed her squarely on the lips, despite how cum-drenched her mouth and chin were. It put me off a bit as the strong taste my own sperm on her mouth reached my taste buds, but I quickly recovered and I picked her up, placing her on the couch. As she let me manhandle her, she dabbed at the gobs of gooey semen on her face and chest and licked it off her fingers, just as she had promised. I let my pants fall completely off me as I placed her carefully on her black sofa. I let my kiss wander down her neck and chest and lifted off her soaked sweater, allowing her pert breasts to spring out, looking like they longed to be released. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra, and she wriggled her shoulders to let the bra fall, as my mouth went down to enjoy her breasts and nipples, and my hands began their journey southward. I sucked and licked her firm, warm and very erect breasts as my fingers unbuckled the clasps on her taut slacks. She moaned with my sucking and tongue action, while helping me with her pants. Soon, her clothes were in a heap on the floor below us as I feasted on her swaying breasts. Michelle moaned indulgently, losing herself in my oral offering to her bounteous bosom. I prided myself in knowing that the best was yet to come for her. And, despite the fact that my splattered sperm was still warm on her body, I could feel my penis already beginning to respond and harden again for another round of pleasuring for this gorgeous woman.

I pushed Michelle back on the leather couch and let my lips and tongue slide down to her navel, where I kissed and licked teasingly. She arched her back and inhaled deeply as I continued my warm, slow lapping all the way down to the very narrow tuft of fine hair that bordered her clitoris and vagina. She flinched a little when I finally hit her button, but she immediately started a slow grinding motion into my tongue as a licked and sucked on her bulb. Her breathing increased rapidly, sounding more like wheezing, and she started her erotic talk again. ?Oh my god. Suck me baby! Suck my clit, you sexy bastard! Make me cum hard, baby! I can feel it coming already!? Her grinding motion picked up and I could taste and feel the juices beginning to flow steadily from her pussy and she teetered toward orgasm herself.

Soon, I was riding a bucking bronco. My hands both grasped her firm butt cheeks, pushing her hard toward my mouth, as I noisily sucked on her clitoris and rolled it around in my mouth. She pulled my head hard into her as she rode my face, a growl building in her as she started to shake and lose control. As her pussy began to pulsate in orgasm on my tongue, a wash of her juices flooded my mouth in a gush. She screamed so loud that I was afraid neighbours would hear. After almost thirty seconds of pumping my face wildly with her cum-drenched pussy, she finally collapsed back on the couch hard, looking like she had just died. I looked for something to clean my face up, but I couldn?t find anything, so I lifted my face to her heaving breasts again, and started wiping my wet face on her globes.

?Oh, you smell like my pussy, you dirty boy!? she teased from her collapsed state.

?And you smell like cum, baby! So there!?

?Just the way I like it. You taste great and I want more. This time, I?ll try not to waste so much.?

Her dirty talk had succeeded in fully raising me to attention again. She looked down and noticed me at full mast. ?Wow! That is amazing! You are ready to fuck me already, aren?t you??

?What about the hot tub? I wouldn?t want to deviate from that fabulous plan you sketched out for us!? She laughed, got up and grabbed me by the penis to pull me up. ?Hey, not so rough!? I protested, as she pulled me toward the patio door. She giggled and was already stroking me as she guided me toward the hot tub. She led me, still by the penis, into the hot tub. Her hand never left it as I sat down in the hot water and she cuddled close beside me. She stroked me up and down, apparently mesmerized with my cock.

?You have a beautiful penis, Daryl. I?m not sure I can take my hands off of it. I can?t imagine what it will feel like inside me. I wonder if I will be able to fit it all in. It?s at least 3 inches longer than any cock I?ve ever had in me before.?

?Well, you are so sexy that I?m probably a bit longer and harder than I usually am. I can?t wait to put it inside you. And now that I?ve cum once, I should be able to fuck you for as long as you want.?

?This is just what I needed for Christmas. I?ll be glowing tomorrow, you realize that.?

?Glad to be of service, Michelle. I?m all about Christmas cheer you know.?

As the bubbles massaged us, and the cold night air tickled our exposed extremities, Michelle continued to slowly stroke me underwater. With the heat of the hot tub, I was losing a little of the hardness that I came into the tub with, but I wasn?t worried about performing. I ran my fingers over her breasts, gently caressing her smooth mounds and running my fingers up her breastbone to her lips. All the love juices were now cleaned off of both of us, and her skin shone in the moonlight. I wanted to start fucking her right in the tub, but I managed to remain patient. Finally, Michelle rose and lifted her perfectly-sculpted torso out of the tub and tugged as the hot tub cover as I made my way out. I was turned on by how her tits jiggled as she tugged at the cover to unfold it across the tub. I helped her, being careful to move my jutting penis out of the way as the cover came down. She laughed,?I guess you have to be careful with that weapon, don?t you. You wouldn?t want to trip over it!?

She slipped in the patio door, pulling me behind her, and then pulled me close. ?I don?t think we really need to dry off, do we? We can dry off by the fire. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the gas fireplace which was blazing in the other room. We stopped on a plush rug that was sprawled in front of the fireplace, and I drew her close and gave her a deep kiss, our tongues tangling together, as my hands squeezed her muscular gluts, pushing her warm, wet body toward mine. She moaned and I bent my legs and began to lift with my hands, raising her legs right off the ground. I shifted positions and got a good grip on her bottom. She instinctively spread her legs as I guided her toward the top of my now throbbing penis. Her hand came around and grabbed me, guiding my cock to her wet hole as I slowly let her down. As I felt her warmth envelope the head of my penis, she inhaled deeply in satisfaction. Slowly, I let her down on my cock and she moaned deeper, until I was at least half inside her. I started lifting and releasing her onto me, as she gyrated her hips in response. She was plenty wet enough for me to slip it in further, but I was afraid of hurting her. ?Deeper...? she finally said, ?I want to feel it in the middle of my body, baby.? So, with each thrust, I released her further, and she screamed out in joy with each insertion. Finally, I was thrusting my full 10 inches into her and she was pumping so hard, I almost lost grip of her from my standing position. ?I can feel your cock up past my belly button! My god, this is good!? I roughly plowed into her, my hands throwing her up and down on my rod, her head and tits jerking madly with each thrust. As she began to cum on me, she jumped up to far in my hands and I slipped out. At that point, I lost grip and one of her legs hit the ground. As I let her down, she was still screaming and thrusting in climax. I could see her cum oozing down the inside of her leg from her orgasm. As I eased her down onto the carpet, I bent down and began licking her cum off her leg like a dog. She flinched when I licked the area around her clit, as she was sensitive from her recent orgasm. ?You are so good to me!? she whimpered as I licked her clean. I couldn?t tell if she was just crying from pleasure or if I was making her emotional.

After caressing her with my tongue, she turned me over and started sucking my glistening penis again. This time, she took it deeper into her mouth, swallowing over half of it. ?You taste like pussy,? she whispered, ?I?m so wet.? She ran her tongue all the way down my shaft and then traced her tongue along my anus. I wriggled to give her better access to that area. ?Do you like that?? I nodded and she continued sucking, licking and then teasing my anus area.

?Can I fuck you one last time?? I asked, ?If you keep sucking me like that, I?m going to cum again.? She didn?t answer. Instead, she got up to her knees and slowly lowered herself onto me, exhaling slowly as she did so. This time, she let my length slide fully into her on the first thrust. With her on top, she bounced and pumped, her breasts flailing in all directions as she grunted and pounded my penis into submission. I could sense that she was soon ready to orgasm again and I wasn?t far away either. She picked up speed and I pushed harder from the bottom.

?Cum deep inside me, baby! I want to feel you spurt in me!? I thrusted harder and felt her vagina begin to contract in spasms on my penis. It was like she was pulling the sperm out of me. I squirted deep inside her, shot after shot of my jism. Finally, our crazed gyrations eased and she collaped on top of me. The heat of the fire licked our glistening bodies, as I let my penis slowly shrink inside her. We finally unlocked and sat relaxed, next to each other. She didn?t run to clean up right away, and I could see my sperm begin to pool between her legs as it seeped out of her. ?That was a lot of cum, baby. I could feel it hitting me way up here.? She pointed to a spot above her navel. As she said this, she took her fingers and dabbed at the pool of white fluid between her legs. She scooped it up and brought it to her lips, licking it as she looked deeply into my eyes. ?I told you. A horny slut like me hates to waste a good man?s cum.? As she continued this dabbing and sucking, I couldn?t believe that I actually felt my penis rise to attention AGAIN! This woman was amazing!

We rested, had a drink, and then fucked again on the rug, this time with me on top. Michelle came 2 more times and I came one more time. By the last time, her pussy was starting to get sore, so she pushed her tits tight around my penis and I fucked her breasts until I finished all over her tits and face. She again made a big production out of licking up all my cum, though there was less of it by this time and it was getting clear in appearance. While her clean-up routine still amazed and aroused me, I too was sore now, and we both decided to shower and call it a night... a wonderful night.

At work on Monday, Michelle took me aside and gave me a heartfelt thankyou. She acknowledged that she was still quite sore, but that it was a ?wonderful sore? that she wanted to feel again soon. She confided that she would have plenty of fantasy material to help her with her baths in the evening. While we worked together over the next few years, we ended up meeting at least once per month when her husband was away on business, and she had a babysitter for other reasons. Our ?fuckfests? never got boring, and they kept us both feeling much more physically satisfied. No one at the office or in either of our homes ever suspected anything. A few times, we even managed to get on conferences together, and we certainly made the best of our hotel room accommodations on those trips. We even fulfilled a fantasy of Michelle?s to have a threesome on one such trip. We had talked about it and texted about this fantasy quite often. At this one conference that just her and I attended, she flirted very effectively with a good-looking young server at the restaurant we were at, and he ended up being our third for the night. While she didn?t let him fuck her, she enjoyed getting him off several times with her mouth and hands, while I fucked her. She also enjoyed having both of us pleasuring her with our tongues at the same time. We never did get to do the ffm fantasy that we also talked about, as Michelle?s husband ended up getting transferred to the West Coast. Michelle and I now have a sexting relationship that isn?t quite as satisfying, but it is still something to look forward to on some lonely evenings, when both of us are yearning for physical release. Watching her masturbate is better than nothing and I suppose she feels the same about me. Someday, we hope to get together in the flesh again, but we are not sure when that will be.

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