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From my journal:
The doorbell rang exactly at 1:00. I opened the door, and there she stood. As usual, she looked fantastic. Since it was still warm and humid, she was wearing blue running shorts and a white running bra. In a bag was the vibrator I had left with her. I invited her in and led her to the kitchen for a glass of iced tea.
We sat down and I asked, "So how have you been the last several days, Tracy?"
"I'm so glad you left me that vibrator, John. I've been using it practically every morning, afternoon, and night. I still can't believe how I feel when I come. And not just once, but I can keep having orgasms until I have to stop from exhaustion. I can't get enough of it."
"I had a feeling you'd be using it a lot," I said with a smile.
"I had to go buy some lubricating jelly, I used it so much. Anyway, what can I do for you today? After all, it's your turn."
I asked her what she usually did with her husband. She told me that he was only interested in putting it inside of her except when she was having her period. Then he would make her take himself in her mouth. He would hold her head and pump himself in and out of her mouth until he was ready to come. Sometimes he would come on her face, other times he wanted to come in her mouth and make her swallow it. If he couldn't come that way, she had to massage his balls and stroke him until he came.
She asked, "What did your wife usually do to satisfy you?"
"Tracy, it would take way too long to sit here and tell you everything I would love to have you do for me. Why don't we just start and feel our way through it. I'll tell you what feels good to me and then you can try it."
She stood up, took my hand, and we walked toward the bedroom. She stopped, held me, and gave me a long and gentle kiss. Then, she started grinding her hips against me and I began to harden.
She said, "I know one thing you like already."
She pulled off my T-shirt and pushed me down on the bed. She sat beside me and caressed my face while giving me more passionate kisses. She moved her hand down to my crotch and began to rub my still hardening penis through my shorts. Smiling at the reaction she was getting from me, she pulled them down and off.
"Start at my neck and work your way down," I told her.
She kissed me full on the lips then moved to my neck. Her hands caressed my chest. I flinched as her fingers touched my nipple.
She asked, "Are you sensitive there, too?"
"Yes, definitely," I responded.
She moved her lips to my nipple, and gently sucked it in.
She pulled off and said, "Yours stand up just like mine."
She moved to the other nipple and spent several minutes going back and forth, licking and sucking them. I began to squirm as she continued her licking and sucking. Her hand caressed my stomach. I moved her hand lower. She touched my penis, which was fully erect by now. I twitched and moaned and told her to keep sucking my nipples and touching my balls. She did as I asked. Feeling her tickling, I raised my legs. Her fingers brushed my anus and I jerked involuntarily.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. It was an accident. I didn't mean to touch you there," she cried out.
"Why are you sorry, Tracy? That was fine with me. It felt good."
"My husband would never let me touch him there. He wouldn't touch me there either. He thought it was dirty," she explained.
"Tracy, let me tell you, you can touch me there anytime you want. My anus is really sensitive and, if you stimulate it, it will cause quite a response."
She asked "Will you touch me there sometime."
"Would you like to see what it feels like now?"
