With just a skirt between his hands and my skin, it felt very sexy. I put one hand around his neck, pulled his head close for another kiss. The woman in the mirror was thrusting her breasts into the man's hands! I leaned forward, towards his cock, hands now on his bare ass. . I released his head, and moved his hands away. "Come closer." I closed my eyes, felt his fingers touch my vulva. "Sexy kisses?" I put my hands on his shoulders, pushed his head lower, to my breast. "Look at me, Tom. "Tom?"

It had been a fabulous night of sex with Ally. We'd been out to dinner at our favorite restaurant, had a couple of drinks and enjoyed a good hour of climatic sex. While lying next to each other, enjoying the afterglow of an exhausting session, I asked Ally, out of the blue, if she could fuck anyone who would it be?

The situation hadn't changed in over a year. The death of Ally's father, and the Care Giving necessary for her mother had pretty much ended their pursuit of multiple partner sex.

I’ve declared that witnessing my spouse experiencing climatic pleasure with another partner is my erotic fetish.