Night was cold, mid winter. The sound of a crackling fireplace filled the room. The suspense was building up for years. You could almost see it in the air. We had both tried countless time to pursue something of this sexual magnitude but it never happenned. What do you expect from parents with kids. more often than none our lives are solely fueled by what our lives are going to be, and not what it currently is.
The Anticipation was the real killer. Neither of us knew what to expect. We had an idea in our heads, But to get to the idea there was so much jealousy clouding the way. Fuck sharing! and why arent I enough!? Will he be better? bigger? will I lose her too a wonderlust that I created!? She was a saint when we met, But my demons got the upper hand. My tormented desire in sexual pleasure took me to explore every inch of her body over 3 years. There was no inch of skin on her that hadnt had the pleasure of my tongue or cock.