When they both refused I set the small half-joint in the ashtray Carla had found somewhere. Nobody said anything for a few minutes. Then Darrel notice... my stereo. “You still using that antique?” he asked. It was my old turntable and amplifier. I have kept it up for decades. It was getting harder to find needles and drive belts. I have several spares of both. I loved the old vinyl records I’d collected over the years.“Music!” I said loudly. It was about all the verbal skill I had at the moment.. "I wasn't certain if I should express my sympathy or encourage her to do what made her happy. I think I told her that,"You only live once and as long as nobody gets hurt, go for it."The conversation grew in scope and soon I had a picture of the "lover" who was close to half her age and in her words,"He is hung like a horse!"My previous picture of her sedately spreading her legs in ladylike fashion in dutiful obedience to her doting husband was replaced by a picture of her face down on the bed. Her moaning is now loud and we were enjoying our first mating like new wed couples.She started pushing her pelvis on my face and put pressure on her vagainal area. She was near her orgasm after years of sexual absence. She made a loud cry and went frozen and she kept squeezing my head with her thighs. She was cumming heavily.Two minutes later she hugged me tight. She sucked my lips and said beta I’ve been seeking such love for years.She ran to her bed and quickly removed her gown. I went inside. They were overlooking the golf course at one end of the country club, but since the course wasn’t lighted and it was a cul-de-sac off the 13th hole, it was very private.Since the theme was for a pool party, we dressed in swimsuits and cover-ups. Daddy just wore some trunks and a bright Hawaiian shirt, and sneakers. Mom and I pulled on bikinis and cover-ups, along with some high-heeled sandals. We would swim a little, catch a little moonlight, and then go skinny-dipping before fucking our brains.