My husband and I have great sex. And when I say 'sex,' I mean hot, dirty, sweaty scream-filled fucking. Ever since I handed him my virginity as his girlfriend all those years ago, it's been nothing but rabid animal copulation. We're very adventurous. We do what we want, when we want, where we want. We've landed ourselves in jail one or two times more than we'd like to admit as a result. Still, we're hardly the type to let a little phrase like 'indecent exposure' get in the way of our sex life.
He's tall and thin, with broad shoulders, green eyes and sort of ash-colored hair. Most women that meet him think he's some sort of fashion model. He's always dressed in khaki or black and white. He walks with just the right amount of hip sway, carrying his suede jacket over his left shoulder. Some people think he's gay. I know he just likes to look good.
As for me, I'm one of those sultry looking blondes who's always wearing tight running outfits in pastel colors. Pretty, casual, and with a darker side hidden just underneath the surface of those sparkling hazel eyes. People say we should do porn together, make a lot of money off our looks and obsession with sex. That's not really for us, we're not exhibitionists. We just don't listen when people tell us to get a room.
One night when he had me pinned against the wall of our bedroom, sliding his cock in and out of me with a raw passion, I started talking about something we'd never done before.
"Baby, you know I love your cock, and your body..." I breathed as my hands gripped the wall, nails digging into the paint. "But, I love women too. I really want to taste a girl while you watch." I could feel his pace quicken as the door shook from our bodies slamming against the wall. My insides were just on the edge of orgasm, I held my breath waiting for it to hit. My cavern broke into screams of pleasure. I reached my hands around and grabbed his waist, pulling him further inside me. The force caused his seed to spill fast and hard, dripping down my thighs onto the carpet.
