We have ten years of history behind us. We can’t just say all that never happened. And besides that, we’ve never stopped being friends, we only st...pped being lovers. Is that what you want to start again from the beginning of?”She paused for a moment, before she looked at me and then quietly nodded her head.“Why Cal?”“Why,” she repeated, looking wistful, “he asks why.”“David,” she went on, “I feel dirty. I feel sullied and used. I want to feel clean again, whole again. I need to know that I’m. There she was, my 5' 2" tall wife, faced belly down on the mattress, legs hanging off the bed and her feet barely touching the floor. Colleen had nothing on but a silky grey open framed girdle that perfectly framed her size 12, plump ass and wide hips. Her girdle had suspender straps for stockings but she must have forgone the stockings."See something you like?" Colleen said."Gulp, uh hugh", I said.Smack, Smack, Colleen hands spanked her perfectly framed girdle ass. Hand she not been wearing. " It was, it was solitary and bewildered. While most of it was relatively free in form, there was a repeating section of four lines that echoed again and again. I recognized it as the second stanza of Dunbar's "Lament,"Our plesance here is all vain glory, /This fals world is but transitory, /The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:/Timor mortis conturbat me.[Our pleasure here is all vain glory, /This false world is transitory, /The flesh is porous, and Fate is sly –/ Fear of death unsettles. My hands grabbed hard cocks and I jacked them slowly as I sucked on another. I could feel my orgasm building. Soon the two dicks deep inside of me would win and I would scream as I finally came. The two men fucking me gained speed as they both pushed harder into my holes. The man I was sucking slid his dick farther down my throat. Just when I was about to finish I felt a tongue and woke up. My wife must have been dreaming something very naughty because my tongue was making her crazy. I licked.