My name is Amy, and I have been marred for twenty-one years. Like any marriage we have had our ups and downs, however all in all it's been great.
My husband Berry just had prostate surgery last march and now is unable to perform in the bedroom if you know what I mean, it may be two years before he's back to normal, at forty nine years old this was quite a surprise.
We have one daughter Brandy which is away at college. I home schooled Brandy from the first grade and now with Berry working every day, I find myself feeling more alone than I have ever been in my life.
I am from a large family and due to being the oldest was given a lot of responsibility at an early age.
My Mom and Dad was very strict on me, however I have had a couple boyfriends before Berry but still was a virgin when we were marred.
I was very active playing tennis and was very good, I started playing even back before I started my first monthly cycle.
I was a tall slim girl with blonde hair and soft blue eyes, and if I must say so, a great ass and breasts that stood out.
When I went out on a date, this was the first thing a guy would go for. There was a few boys that tried to get down my paints and finger bang me, I let them play with my breasts, but I just wasn't ready for any cock.
I was brought up thinking sex was dirty, and had a real problem letting myself feel good, without feeling guilty.
Well that was than and this is now, I just turned forty five last December And I have a big day of cleaning the house a head of me. Joy Joy. About this time is when the real story starts.
It was about 1:00 PM and the delivery van pulls up outside, Berry is always getting computer parts so I met the guy at the front door.
He tries to hand me a large package, and then trips on the front step sending the box towards me and I go backwards falling on my back with my legs strait up in the air and with my panties pulled to one side giving him a good shot of my pussy and ass.
I was stuck there for a moment trying to remove the package off of me and get up. This has indeed been an interesting day.
The guy comes in, stands over me and helps me get to my feet. I quickly tie my robe back in place. There is dead silence for a moment, he than asked if I was ok and how sorry he was.
I stated that I was alright, but I'm sure my face was beat red and I felt like hiding my head. He had broken his signing pad in the mishap and was picking up the pieces.
I helped and laid the parts on the table and ask if he would like to set down and try to repair it. He said thank you and started placing the parts back in the holder.
We sit for a little while talking and thinking of what just accrued. I started to laugh out load, and went on to tell him about the type of day I was having and would he like something to drink.