Two weeks ago over lunch, Zara and I confided about about our sex lives, just as women do. Sex I was wearing killer heels (sex without my heels is like a day without sunshine), a tiny black thong and a designer jacket. So is Zara as she watches on. Optimizing sensation everywhere. I only met Ben less than half an hour ago. So do I. “Oh fuck,” my man and Zara exclaim as one as Ben kneels and wraps his arms around my mans legs with his hands holding his ass cheeks and takes his erection between his pursed lips. A smartly dressed. She was fascinated when I told her my man was well hung. Both men are so enthusiastic. Once in a while Ben makes eye contact to enhance the experience, pleasure and connection. “i expect the second man to lick me to orgasm. I only met Ben less than half an hour ago. Who took the photo?”
“Perhaps you and your man would like to visit us soon Zara?, I teased, excited at the prospect as I kissed her goodbye. One by one, he is humming as takes them in his mouth. The thought of watching him blowing a thick, hung man has great appeal to me.”
Then she showed me some pics of Ben on her phone.
