To say the drive over was quiet, would be an understatement. Jess said nothing to me the entire way, and I said nothing either. I figured I could wait...till we got home.Once home, we walked in and Jess took off her coat and tossed it on a chair. She closed the front room curtains, and sat down. I followed her, and sat on the couch opposite her.“So? How long?”, I asked again.“About three years.”, she answered. “How did you know?”That makes sense. About that time, she began menopause, and I. Each time she would come home and tell me about it and we would end up fucking the rest of the night. I am able to tell when she had had a cock in her mouth even if she didn't tell me because she would come home really horny with her pussy dripping wet. Again, I didn't mind and other than the oral sex she was faithful to me until a recent encounter changed everything.I guess I should describe my wife at this point. She is 35 years old, 5'8", brown, shoulder length hair with bright blue eyes,. It turns me on every time I see it and I’ve watched it hundreds of times.” Sandra kissed her way down to my neck and nibbled on my collarbone. I groaned as it is one of my weak spots. She nibbled on my ear and whispered, “My parents are gone for the week and Christie is sleeping at Alyssa’s.” Her hand worked its way into my slacks. “Oooooo, no underwear?!?!? Naughty man. I think you planned on getting paid tonight Coach. Tell me. Were you going to fuck my sister? I know she would love. "When we reached the door of the house, Amy said, "I heard the gunfire. I guess everything turned out OK."Arthur grinned and said, "I was too late ta be a part of the fun. John took care of the problem afore I ever got there. From what I heard, I wish I coulda seen it. John punched so many holes in the other guy he looked like Swiss cheese." It's my gun that does the trick. I build it special." Can I see it? I ain't never heard of no shotgun made like that. Do ya think that ya could make me.