She said her husband is posted in Sambalpur and he comes once in a week. She is having one daughter and she is doing engineering in KIITS, Bhubaneswar... She is all along now. But still I was afraid.Then she explained her story. Her husband is 53 years old and is not having sex with her for many years as he is a diabetic and his penies is not fully erected. So now since she is along she is a regular reader of ISS.From there she got my mail address which she said never expected that in Rourkela. As I follow her out I can’t help but wonder if she takes cock up that wonderful ass that is just swaying back and forth.The cab ride to her place was the shortest ride I ever had in the city. Of course her hand back in my pants slowly stroking up and down made it feel like hours. When we finally get there I step out and almost shit my pants. In front of me is the biggest house I’ve ever seen. We go to the door and she fumbles the key into the lock. I follow her up the stairs, down the hall to. “Alright, that's long enough,” she says and lowers her shirt. There’s a collective “aww” from the boys. I remain silent. One by one, they leave and go back to the dancefloor until only me and her remain. She moves to a table covered in various bottles and pours a drink.“I see you have some fans,” I say to break the tension.“No shit,” she says and pounds a shot. “Wish I didn't.”Ok, this is the time. You need to make your move now.“You know, I don't blame them,” I pause, awkwardly searching for. "No chance, Wendy," I responded, "we're less than a block from the hotel and you know I won't be satisfied until I make you cum, too". She smiled, I'm certain anticipating this answer as she's the risk taker, not me. She wiped off the lipstick smears off us both and applied it again to her lips. On we went to the hotel.Now a bit about the hotel. I won't share the name but it's on Broadway and unlike most hotels in the area, the rooms start on the third floor. No one wants these rooms usually.