"So how was your day Doc?" I asked as I pushed into her snug little pucker.Her eyes closed, and a satisfied, "Mmmm..." escaped her lips before she cou...d manage, "Better nowww..."Jane leaned into my ear and whispered, "Are you fingering her ass?" Why yes, I am," as my digit circled her twitching crease."Then do me toooo...," she started as I pushed into hers as well.Jane sighed as she leaned back in to give me a lingering open-mouthed kiss. As our lips parted, the waitress appeared with our. Her warm hands pressing against my boobs made me breathless."You like it?" She asked. "It feels really nice," I said absently, my vagina throbbing like a fire alarm. It took me a second to realize I said "feel" when I meant to say "looks", but by then it didn't matter. She was massaging me thorough my shirt, kneading my chest. She seemed to like it, and especially enjoyed that I liked it. She continued for a minute, leaning in even closer to me. "It's ok?" She asked."I want you to..." I. She stood up, came to me, and wrapped me in her arms. Her eyes, the colour of sapphires, gazed into my eyes full of questions. I took her face in my hands and brought it to mine for a passionate kiss. When we parted, her eyes were weeping copious tears. "What's wrong, darling?" I was so scared you wouldn’t want to return, that you would not want me." Why wouldn't I?" Well… my sordid past is not something most men would accept. I'm so ashamed of it." Come sit down. We have some things to talk. With any other woman he would probably catch on pretty quick, but Harold loves me, worships the ground I walk on, and he'll believe anything that I tell him.It all started because I got to feeling sorry for myself. Harold is a good man, a loving husband and a great provider, but he is an absolute zero in bed. When I'm older maybe what Harold is will be good enough for me, but not now while I'm young and in my prime. I want and need sex and I just don't get it from Harold. A two-minute quickie.