My wife is what some might call pleasingly plump. At five feet, one hundred and twenty-five pounds (a good bit of it stuffed into her 34C bra) she is ... voluptuous bombshell. Add long black hair that hangs down to her ass and legs that just cry out "fuck me" when she wears heels and you have a walking wet dream. She's always hot, ready and willing to fuck and it is usually all I can do to keep up with her.I work for a large electronics firm and Bettina and I were attending the corporation's. They made no effort to cover themselves with their hands and their naked breasts and nipples rubbed against my bare back.Seeing full of crowd I suggested that we crawl to the stairs. On our hands and knees we crawled forward. I let my sister in laws lead the way, as they crawled forward in the nude, bare breasts swinging in front, naked bottoms wiggling behind. While I had a great view, the lobby furniture concealed them from prying eyes. As we inched forward, I held our room key ready and was. I know that. Not even close. And I don’t pass you around. We’ve been married forty-five years and I’ve never wanted anything from you except you being faithful. You’ve done that. Now I want you to fuck another man for me.”“Not going to happen,” she said. She had a determined look in her eye. “You can get that effin’ thought out of your head right now, mister.” That’s when she rolled out of bed, pulled her robe over her head, and zipped it closed. “I’m sixty-four. What’s wrong with you?” It was. Her mouth was pressed tightly closed, but a nasal grunt escaped her. The dishes in the dishwasher clashed together as she responded to my thrusts."Everything okay in there?" Kendall's voice asked."Yeah, we're just ... getting the dishwasher going," Karen replied, doing a really good job of sounding matter-of-fact, presuming nobody noticed the gasp in the middle.And then she came.She shuddered, shaking the dishes again, and she struggled not to make a sound. And I shot inside her an instant.