She tried to put it out of her head but it persisted throughout work and even when she got home.She put it down to residual horniness, she had always ...een highly sexed and Jack had usually managed to satisfy her until after they had David. Back then she was so caught up in being a mother she didn't really miss the sex that much. Until now she realized. She had always laughed at her married friends regale her with how bored she was. One of them described herself as a sex camel traveling through. I saw my bride naked on the bed.“Just a minute, I’ll get the oil,” I said.“Don’t bother, I want just you tonight – nothing else,” she said.I undressed and crawled up, giving her a very sloppy kiss between her legs. I slipped inside her pussy for about a half dozen strokes, then pulled out and started to enter her butt.She looked a little uncomfortable, but she’d said, “It’s OK” a couple of times, until I was deep inside her.“Oh, my goodness Charles, that feels - so nice. Whenever you are ready. ..”“I’d cut off your nuts and leave you to bleed out on the bed..”“Melissa!”“I’m not sharing you with just anyone. You’re the only good guy I’ve ever found. But Susan... well, we’ve always told each other everything, shared everything.” She paused. “Last night we just went too far. But it’s not like it will ever happen again. She just needed some attention.”“I think I get it,” I said. “But look, I’ve got this good friend Ralph who’s always wanted to screw you...”Melissa gasped. “I’m not. I guess I've seen too many porno films but seeing that pussy ready for the taking is a big turn on for me.I fucked Marge starting out slow and kept gaining speed and we had a real rhythm going. We could hear the squishy sounds every time I pumped in and out. It wasn't long before she came. I still hadn't come and Ellen got on all fours and told me to take her from behind, which I did.I know for sure, all pussies aren't alike. Ellen's felt so much different than Marge's. I will say both were.