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That he had dreams of us together, of the places he would like to go with me, creampie wife, all of the fun that we could have. He said that he found me very desirable and how he wished that we could have had a different relationship.

I began to think of the places he talked about, to envision being there with him, not with Ron. I felt Johns arms encircle my waist. I didn’t pull away from him. It felt so warm to have a man hold me, creampie wife, again, soft and tender, to pull me next to him, feel his lips against my neck, the warmth of his breath. I just stood there soaking it in like being in a warm tub bath. He held me tight, reaching up and squeezing my breasts through my clothes, pressed his hips against my bottom. He was telling the truth about his desires, I could feel that truth pressed against my bottom. I turned around and we kissed, deep and passionate, like my husband had not kissed me, his creampie wife, in years. It was wonderful. I felt so alive again, so much a woman.

I took John by the hand and led him back into the living room. We stood beside the couch where Ron and I have spent so many quiet evenings. We began to slowly remove each others tops. His chest was so hairy, like a big teddy bear. It was so sensual to run my fingers through it. I have never realized, until then, that a mans nipples get just as hard, and tender, as a woman’s. John was so tender with me, creampie wife, so gentle. After he removed my bra he leaned over and took each breast in his hands, gently squeezing them, running just his thumbs lightly over the tips. I felt on fire, as though all of me, creampie wife, had focused in those two small areas. Then he took one ant then the other into his mouth. He didn’t suck on them hard as Ron did (that hurts) but softly, rolling them around in little circles with his tongue.