For the entire week I couldn’t get her out of my mind and I kept going back to her profile just to look at her sweet face. Of course I always had to...take a long, hard look at her perky young 34C tits and incredibly shaped body. It was her sweet face that haunted me the most and kept me going back to her profile. I live in a north western state that borders Canada and I saw on her profile that she lived just over the border in Canada, only about 40 miles away. I am in my late 40s and really. I assured her we were safe, nobody would know, it was safer than work, and anyway, hubby was working about 30 miles away, so we were safe. We parked up and quickly made our way to the hotel room, unseen by anyone.When I checked in had checked the room, drawn the curtains, placed a bottle of scented oil on the beside shelf and turned up the heating so the atmosphere was safe and warm. We began to kiss, VERY passionately! She was trembling, so was I, with excitement! As I kissed her, I ran my. My god! After all those years that I had been faithful to my husband I was really going overboard. It was his fault for changing the rules of our marriage so radically. Sunday night was a repeat of the night before with Brad fucking me and Fred fucking Wendy. Wow! Then, next morning Fred fucked me for the last time for a month and Brad fucked Wendy again. I had taken the morning off from work to drive Fred to the airport. I decided to dress slutty to remind him that I was still his official sex. “Go to your room. Go on! Get out of here,” I said as I propelled him to the door.He sort of struggled, but the momentum of my pushing him left him with little purchase.I got the door open and pushed him through, repeating, “Go to your room. Go to bed.”I closed the door and stood there for a minute, half listening to see if there was any protest, half in a daze. I turned and returned to the bed, turned off the bed lamp and collapsed on the bed. I pulled the pillow from under my head and covered.