Finally, nearing a week she wrote back to me. Relieved to learn that she was first ‘ok’, and that there had been no hospitalization (then) she con...essed that my story had touched places within her that had been too powerful for her to respond to at the time. She had spent nearly a week reminiscing, going back in time, and reliving those long lost precious moments with her husband. Respectfully, and only now understandably, I had ceased to exist. Sure, Karen had stroked my ego in telling me all. Being too young to dry myself off and get dressed on my own, my mother would take me into the female change rooms with her so she could help me get changed, and I remember being very interested in watching the other women enter the room and change into and out of their swimwear too. In my young innocence, I even remember my mother telling me off for staring at them! In response, the women would often give me a little smile or polite laugh as they stripped nude to head for a shower or dry off.. She eased a finger into my girl’s ass. “Nnnnngh.” Jane groaned, her back and face flushing red. She was coming now. “I’m gonna come too.” I said, I could feel my balls fit to burst as my cock pumped Jane’s pussy. “Come on her ass.” Carla said, just as I felt my balls tighten and my orgasm flooded my senses. I pulled out and shot a spurt of come over Jane’s ass and up her back, then another and another. This was the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt and, as I pumped my spunk over Jane’s gorgeous. Brenda was a very sexy lady and she got hit on all the time, but for years I had watched her ward off advances with a smile and I was secure in the knowledge that she was mine. And then one day I found out that she wasn't. Mine maybe, but definitely not all mine.I know it sounds like a cliché, but I found out the way most husbands do; an unexpected trip home during the day, a strange car in the drive, sounds of passion from the upstairs bedroom, a stranger scrambling to get his pants on and a.