I leaned over my husband and pulled his legs up and apart, he has lovely footballers legs and I raked my nails along his thighs whilst giving his big ...ock some playful little kisses. The material of my knickers felt so good against my skin as he groped my arse and continued to lap away at my pussy but I was now focussed on his arse. I turned the vibrator on and held it against his balls watching his body react to this new sensation. ‘Fuck me you fucking slut’ he ordered as I ran the buzzing. It was a simple thing, and committed to nothing. Fortunately, it also required little conscious thought, because he had virtually none of that to spare as he descended into the whirlpool of lust and fear again.Once dressed, he zipped up his gym bag, and knew he had to make a decision. Again, he took it one step at a time. He left the locker room, and made his way toward the lobby. As he approached the door, he slowed, and then stopped. He stared at the door – his heart pounding.Josh looked. Mitzi was a very attractive and well preserved woman to be over forty and the mother of three.“Any hints in there?” she asked, pointing to the spread out papers.I shook my head.“She says irreconcilable differences.”Mitzi nodded her understanding and then asked another question.“How about the restraining order, why does she think she needs that?”“She says my military experience and time in Afghanistan might make me prone to violence. She could have a point there,” I replied.Mitzi snorted. I inhaled her scent, held it and then exhaled.“Again.”I took another deep breath. My trembling stopped as her familiar scent filled my lungs. Its effect surged through my body, as if I had been given an injection of a powerful drug. I slowly closed my eyes, submitting to her.I exhaled, “Oh, Susan...”She said firmly, “Again.”I was masturbating again, as I drew another deep hit of her perfume. I felt my whole body respond, only then realizing how it relaxed me. Another deep breath. And another. I.