I push against you, kissing you back, hard. "Wait, I have something for you," I interrupt, pulling my face away from yours. You don't like the interru...tion, but you finally relent. I sit up and reach to get the gift out of my bag. It's simple: a long black ribbon. You grin, immediately recognizing its purpose. You strip my dress off over my head. Excited by my lack of panties, your first move is to dive between my legs, licking me quickly with a passionate and forceful tongue. I gasp and fall. I learned later from Gemma that he was a former banker and now widowed. They had been having an affair for 20 years. I thought that if I had sex with him, as I expected, he would be my oldest lover. I was keen to see how he compared with my husband and Timmy.Conservation over dinner ranged widely but I, at least, sensed an underlying sense of sexual expectation fuelled by the occasional look. My own imagination was in over drive with an increasing degree of arousal. I could feel my nipples. I studied my nude form in the full length mirror, running my fingertips across my venous mound, soft and silky, freshly shaven, my clitoris swollen with naughty thoughts, I wondered if our overnight guest, was thinking the same, as he travelled towards out home, we had never met before, but he had a photo of me, sent by my husband, and had remarked how taken aback he was with my youthfulness and beauty.Of course my showering and shaving was for his pleasure, I was going to fuck him, something. I got us each a glass of ice water. We had already drunk enough beer out there in the hot sun. We sat there sipping water and I looked her over. She looked very tired. But she stilled looked very damned good.We didn't speak for a minute or so. Finally I asked, "Were you ever going to tell me?"She blushed and looked away for a minute. It was several uncomfortable minutes before she replied in a very quiet voice, "I wanted to. I was almost positive that you would enjoy hearing all of the gory.