It was not a question I had expected, and I surprised myself at how fast I was to answer.“It comes and goes,” I said. “It's not like it was when...we first got married, but I guess we have gotten comfortable with each other and so sex is not the driving motivator behind us staying together.”“But you miss the spontaneity, no?” she pressed.“Sometimes,” I replied.“I like spontaneity,” she replied. “It’s exciting and fun.”I shook my head in agreement. Her blue eyes sparkled, and I could tell a. Your thing was out." I apologized and asked her not to say anything to my wife or son and she said she certainly would not. Still with her at the kitchen sink, he back to me, I reached around her, pressed me hard cock into her ass, she gasped and tightened up I presses my nose into her soft long blond hair and whispered "thank you" and kissed her check as I sqeezed her tight then I let her go and got a water glass and she turned facing me as I got a glass of water. She was tipsy and. Maybe it’s the high school senior who always gets picked on because she has twice as many pimples as the rest of the student body combined. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day. “Haven’t had enough?” he asked. I shook my head. Once hard enough he spun me around and threw me over the lip of the bathtub so my stomach straddled the edge. Grabbing my hips, he pushed into my pussy roughly. We both groaned, enjoying the sensation. He fucked me hard like that and I came and came.“Get ready,” he said, eventually.“No, please,” I begged, “come in me.”“Why should I?”“I love it,” I confessed.“Why?”“I need to feel a bit of you in me.”He stopped thrusting. I whimpered. “So when I.