What a difference three months could make. I was on my knees, his cock in my mouth. Waiting for him to flood my mouth with his ejaculate that I would swallow eagerly.
During my thirty-year marriage, I never let my husband put it in my mouth despite years of begging. Before this day was over, Rod would fuck me in the ass as my parting indignity.
My name is Elly I have been married for thirty years to my wonderful husband Nick. We got married right after I graduated HS, He had just completed his BS degree. I attended a religious all-girls HS. I took a job in a bank and Nick found a job at an engineering firm. Three beautiful kids later a big house great income, what more could I ask for.
Nick and I had sex every Wednesday and Friday. Never anything other than missionary, and it was over quick. I didn't know any different. I just thought that was all there was to it. Nick never voiced any complaints or made any suggestions for changes.
Marg and her husband, George, moved into the neighborhood about six months ago. Marge is very high-energy and outgoing. She arranged a card group consisting of local housewives. Most of the wives were younger than I. some of the talk started to become a lot looser, and the exchange of stories of ongoing affairs fascinated me. I was blown away as these married women described some of the things they did with their lovers. I couldn't believe such things went on, I was fascinated.