" I wasn't lying either. While she was certainly not petite, she carried her weight well, as some women can. Her body seemed proportional and accented...by her large fleshy breasts and round bottom.We kept drinking and arguing for a few more hours until she finally succumbed. When she did I got out the laptop and we built her profile into the night. Over the coming days many men would communicate and proposition her. We would talk about her online activity each day, but each new man that came. Her moaning and tempo were increasing as her pussy began to grab my stiffening organ on each stroke. All of a sudden my eyelids opened and I was able to view the beautiful woman who was fucking what she thought was my dead body. The bright lights that had remained at a distance receded toward the darkness. Mrs. Wyatt had taken her long dark brown hair down and it swayed about as she rocked up and down on my now fully erect dick. Her breasts were big but has amazingly little sag. My dick was. Security and love versus passion. She had no idea which meant more to her at this point in her life, but she was determined to find out. She arose to bathe and pick out a pretty dress to wear for Gary."You look beautiful," he said, as she took a bite of steak.The restaurant was not as ritzy as that to which Peter had taken her, but it was nice and the booths private."Thank you," she said, feeling a bit awkward with her husband for the first time in her life. "Gary, I'm so sorr..." No," he. And your arthritis wouldn't be so painful if you had less weight to carry." She lifted her skirt and slipped her knickers off. I sat beside her as she lay back and ran my hand up her thigh and between her legs."Ah! That's the spot. Your fingers are still nimble enough. I shan't need much revving up. I went up to tell Catherine and her man to come down to dinner. There was no reply when I knocked so I peeped in. They were both naked, squashed up on her bed. He was asleep on his back with his.