Much to my surprise she had the cutest little neatly trimmed dark haired pussy that was dripping wet. I was taken back that she was ready to fuck me j...st like that. I wasted no time and dropped down and started to lick that pussy of hers. Doing exactly as Vickie had taught me I quickly had old Jill right on the edge of a badly needed orgasim. As she teetered on edge she pulled me up and guided my cock into her as I pushed her back against the vanity. Her tight old teacher cunt felt good around. I'd read in a lot of places that getting married is a really poor idea until you've done that, spent days and nights and weeks and months together to the point that you each know all the other's faults and quirks and marriage, the final step, is no more than a speed bump in the road.Maybe that's right for a lot of people, but for us the newness was part of the excitement. Oh, we'd squabble occasionally, but really low-key and always made up by bedtime. Mostly it was all the joyous time that. I said no and then she asked why could not girls be the masters and boys be the slave. I said it is possible and depends on the people participating. She had a different smile on her face and on reaching her apartment she asked me to come up and leave after some rest and I did the same. As soon as we opened the door she slapped me hard and I thought it is because of the kiss and then she said to keep quiet and be my slave from now on.I could not understand what the hell is going on and then I. Once I was served, I glanced around the bar hoping I would find a good looking man I could charm into coming home with me for some sex. I wasn't disappointed when my eyes latched onto a man sitting at the far end of the bar staring at me intently. I smiled and raised my glass and watched as he did so too. He then got up and came over and sat next to me. "Nice looking outfit" he said as he sat down. "You come here often?" he then added. Corny line, but still it always worked. "Only when I'm.