"Unggh..." she moaned, lying her head on her towel, "Oh yeah, ummmm..."So tight, but opening up for me, such a different feeling from her cunt. For he... too, this felt more out of body, deep in some place so out of her consciousness, the feelings were almost remote. But intense, like nothing else, not like fingers, or a toy, this was the real thing in her, mine, and now hers, all hers.I never ceased to be amazed at how her tight ass opened up for me like this. I always had to push firmly, but it. The kids were both gone. We were comfortable and well off. I was a marketing manager for a small company that made industrial sump pumps. Marsha did not work and never had. We had no problems either financially or personally. And then I screwed it up by getting curious.I took Marsha’s Kia to get an oil change. I happened to notice that she had two house keys on her key ring. I know that is not that unusual, but since I only had one key I couldn’t help but wonder what the second key was for. It. “Please don’t say anything, just for a minute,” she asked. I held her softly, not quite believing what just happened. We remained still for several minutes, until Mikey broke the silence. “I think I better get dressed and check the system. I would not want to overfill it.” I wanted to say, ‘Fuck the plumbing, please stay with me,' but Mikey had already left the bed and was reaching for her underwear. She made a quick trip to the bathroom, and soon she again looked like ‘Mikey the Plumber’. ” Kate kissed me deeply—a kiss I wanted to never end. I wanted her desperately, in my life, my bed, and my partnership. The word “wife” even crossed my mind. While we kissed, I felt the dual sensation of her pussy settling over my cock and her tears on my cheeks.“Please don’t pressure me, Tony. Please just fill me. Make my life so there isn’t room for anything else. Love me. Please, love me.”I did love her. Lying back in that chair as she rode me, kissed me, and wept on me, I made love to her..