Annette stood in front of the mirror, her body had not changed but she knew that things were different and they would somehow never be the same.
In her eight years of marriage to Harry she had flirted outrageously with the men of their group but had never gone too far. .She was known as a tease, but only a tease, Harry trusted her. Her girlfriends new their partners were safe.
She studied her neck and breasts closely. There were no marks, no evidence, nothing that would draw attention to her passionate interlude with Dave on the Houseboat.
Nothing on the outside, but her heart raced as she thought of his massive weapon, much thicker than she had ever experienced.
She blushed as she recalled the torrent of cum that he had sprayed over her. "My God!" he had fucked her so completely, for so long, that she felt weak even now just thinking about it.
"God I need a drink!!! What am I going to do now, I am a cheat", she cried as she slumped down on her bed..
The first gulp of whisky burnt her throat, relaxing her and slowing down her frantic thoughts.
Twenty minutes later after a couple more stiff scotches she lay on her bed, knees up, legs splayed wide, stroking her moist pussy, reliving the afternoon's events.
Dave's years of fishing had turned him into a blond god. His powerful body developed by years of outdoor activity, coupled with his shyness his old fashioned good manners and his lack of big city polish made him something very different to what she had ever experienced in the past.
As she lay there she recalled his physical prowess, his copious cum, his magnificent weapon that had filled her in every way.
He was an inexperienced but enthusiastic, kind lover, who in the time before and after sex had softly and sweetly kissed and stroked her so lovingly that even now she felt, loved not just used.
She had loved those long long warm passionate kisses. He had kissed her so beautifully it was like being a teenager again. In her teens when making out was all kisses and hands.
Harry kissed her only when entering or leaving the house. Kissing was not part of his fore play he was more intent on getting it in and blowing his load than hours or even minutes of kissing
"Yes" she moaned as her fingers worked in circles on her clit "I was seduced". "My God, I never really decided to give in to Dave. It was the kissing that seduced me".
"Christ" she thought as she moaned and wriggled reliving the afternoons sex he went on for ever and ever and came in buckets. "If I was his third fuck what would he be like with some experience under his belt?"
….He will be the most fantastic lover. She was moaning and talking out loud as she thrashed about on the bed.
Her legs were slung wide; her eyes bulged as the memory was replaced by a shuddering orgasm brought on by her punishing fingers
As Dave worked his nets that night his prick stood aroused as he recalled the afternoon with Annette. "What a woman! What a fuck" he whispered across the lonely waterway.
He could not understand how he had been able to get such a beautiful, well educated, obviously successful business woman to have anything to do with an uneducated fisherman, let alone get into her pants
His limited sexual experience led him to believe that he would never see her again. He had only slept with two women before and both of them had been one night stands when he and the women were both drunk.
She had came down to the houseboat herself yesterday but today she would wake up and that would be the end of that
Dave did not need to worry. Annette was already making arrangements she wanted him every day in every way.
Annette was scheming and planning To see Dave during the day she had to have an alibi.
