One of many nights....
She just loved fucking Nate as much as she could get it from him. This night was in our bedroom on our bed.
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One of many nights....
She just loved fucking Nate as much as she could get it from him. This night was in our bedroom on our bed.
A memory soundtrack... brings old memories of specific time, place, emotion, etc..
The memory link, tho, is of Lynn and Nate. Of them having sex, lovemaking actually, with me not present to watch as pure raw sex... but rather kissing, hugging, caressing, and Lynn being infatuated with him for months after their first sexual meeting.
I listen to this song as thoughts go thru my mind of how much Lynn loved fucking Nate. How she pressed the limits of our rules of engagement, stretched the bonds of our marriage, to have him, to fuck him.
This memory still pulls at my heartstrings as it takes me back to that time, pangs of jealousy and possessiveness instincts. While at the same time my cock twitches in arousal. All is fair in love and war they say...