The day arrived and we followed the directions given to a local public house.On arrival I was pleasantly surprised to find that both Pete and Marg wer... really nice good looking people in their late forties.After exchanging pleasantries and a few jars we loosened up and decided, after getting the nod from my husband to go for it.Marg and I went to the city shopping, leaving the men to have a few more drinks then meet us back at margarate’s house. Whilst out we called into a fantastic sex shop. I could see the cum dripping out of her pussy as her lips contracting around his still hard cock. Her pussy looked like it was trying desperately to milk every last drop of that baby-making batter. When they began getting dressed, I snuck out of the house, flashed the lights in the car, and slammed the door to make sure they heard me coming. He was ready to leave when I walked in. Mary introduced me to him (his name was Jim) and told me she had bought some books from him. A few minutes later. I headed for the bedroom with Cookie following along behind me saying, "Why are you acting this way Bill? Why won't you sit down and talk to me?" No thanks. I don't have anything to say and I don't want to hear anything that you may have to say."In our bedroom I gathered up the clothes I would need to wear to work the next day, grabbed my pillow and headed for the guest bedroom. The entire time Cookie kept saying, "Talk to me Bill, please talk to me. Let me explain baby, please talk to me."As I. If I had a boyfriend we would probably already be bouncing around on my bed. I had had a few, but the first two were terrible in bed, and pretty damn small too. And I dumped them after about a month of putting up with their excuses. The third one, Rick, was absolutely great in bed, at least seven or eight inches long, and he knew how to use it. He looked great with me too. Until I found out that the bastard was sleeping around at a party we went to.That was three weeks ago, and I had dropped.