“I’m not exactly a lesbian,” she said. We looked at each other for a long, meaningful moment. Then I hugged her silently goodnight, went home, a...d passed out.We never spoke of it, but things between us changed after that. I began to pay closer attention to her body, imagine the curves that lurked inside those baggy sweaters. We looked at each other differently - first with inquisitiveness and meaning, and later with the quiet resentment that arises from something unfulfilled. We got snappier. He had her watch as he removed his clothes. When he was naked she gasped at the size of his cock. The college boys were not built this huge. She could not wait to have it ravage her body. She loved deep hard rough sex and that cock would be able to satisfy her need. She reached and grabbed his hard cock and began to stroke it. He played with her tits as he enjoyed her hand on his shaft. "Now sit oin the desk and spread those legs for me" he told her. "I have a big surprise for that hot pussy of. Spitting into his arsehole, she spread his cheeks apart and sunk her tongue in. In, Out, In, Out, In, Out, his moans of pleasure clearly heard above the TV still running quietly in the background. She licked her fingers and slid first one finger into his arsehole then began to work a second one in as she finger fucked him. Before long there were 2 fingers in his arse and he grunted as he drove back onto her every stroke.After what seemed like an hour, but it was more likely five minutes, he. Ready to plunge and stab repeatedly into the soft depths of her inviting mouth, and her yearning cunt, without so much as a moment’s rest, even after spurting a salvo of sperm either on or inside Monica’s body. But last night, something must have been weighing on his mind. He only fucked her once, and it didn’t last long at all. This wasn’t the norm Monica had grown accustom to. Admittedly so, through the ten years they’ve spent together as husband and wife, she had become very spoiled. The sex.