I look down at the man I love laying in the midst of nature. My hand reaches down to touch his chin—it has hair, but not a full beard. Still, it is ...erfect. “You’re so handsome,” I say.Although he is fully erect inside my body I’m not moving yet. We’re too busy admiring each other. Then I feel a sudden pressing against a different side of my inner wall. I breathe in sharply feeling his penis move inside me. I lean backwards away from his torso and sway back forth as I climb back up, feeling all. I always took it that she was genuinely enthralled by something whenever she gave this look.My look remained disdainful as I walked home from work. I had, had a bad day. A typical bad day. I arrived at the house and walked into the kitchen. The back door had been left open and so I was about to walk out of it to see where my wife was. However, something caught my eye, through the kitchen window. I could see something moving in a strange fashion just over my next door neighbours fence. Intrigued. Moreover, his timing was so perfect. This is something I have never experienced with anyone else. We almost always had orgasms at the same time and this added something intimate to the sex that made it even more magical. He slowly pulled out his still stiff manhood and gave gentle kisses on my neck."Thank you, baby. It was amazing." I gasped,"For me, too, honey. I love to fucking your tight sloppy hole." He said. I grabbed his thick meat, gave him a few gentle twists and then we showered. On more than one occasion, even in high school, she’d banged a guy after school, gone out on a Friday night date to the football game with hot parking afterwards, and then enjoyed the neighbor boy who lived behind them after she got home. None of them realized that they weren’t the only vaginal visitor that day.Her husband-to-be had struggled with that, not wanting to confront her which would likely cause her to shun him. Competition was the only thing he knew to do and he began booking as much.