I was a tall girl for my age, 5' 10", very athletic, mostly from my father's side, as mum was shorted and plumper, big hips and so on. I was good at a...hletics, strong limbed and broad backed, but lithe with a good flat stomach and defined muscles, my facial features were of classic Scandinavian appearance, topped by long blond locks always worn in a braided fashion, which enhanced my girlish features, helping offset my tomboyish body.They say too much testosterone give you strong sexual urges. No snow to shovel, no leaky taps to fix, just the laundry. I finished the first cup and walked out to the front to get my suitcase. I had just finished loading the wash into the dryer when Sylvia finally made an appearance. ‘Good morning,’ I offered in a calm voice. ‘G’mornin’,’ she rasped, squinting at me. ‘What time did you get home?’ ‘One thirty. I was surprised to see you weren’t here. You weren’t home at two when I finally got to bed. Where were you?’ ‘Out with the girls. You know I. Lori took off the blind fold and told Joe to get naked and join her on the bed. Then she whispered to him "my husband hasn't fucked me in 3 days so I will be even more tight for you." She said "hun give Joe a condom so he can feel how tight I am." I opened the box with my hands shaking a little, and gave him one. He was hung about the same as me almost 7 inches and very hard at the reality setting in of fucking my wife. Lori looked at me smiled and whispered she loved me and thanks while he. " I said with a hint oftrying to not be desperate. Desperately hiding my longing to holdher close, to kiss her, touch her, feel her body next to mine."Would you like to dance John?" she asked as a slow song began toplay. "Yes." blushing still. She took my hand and led me throughthe crowd to the dance floor. Slowly turning into me, our bodiesembracing close. I was truly thrilled and surprised at her pushinginto me. I could smell her perfume entrancing me taking me deepinside as I felt her face.