. No bullshit.I met her in college in New Hampshire. She was very nieve and would believe anything I told her. I was a senior. She was a freshman. ...We made through college without any crazy sex stories. I was a pervert and she had no idea. She fell in love with me to her own demise.We married, moved to the mid-atlantic. I ran a successful business and she was my wife. We had a couple k**s., etc.One nite drinking wine I suggested to her that I fantasized about seeing her with other guys. . " Oh, Professor," Mia moaned, and Lucas bestowed a full, passionate kiss on her pussy, exploring the folds of her labia with the fullness of his tongue. She shuddered and lifted her hips, pressing her wet sex against his questing mouth, the delightful swell of her clit hard against his upper lip as the taste of her flooded his senses. He feasted on her, fingertips gentle and probing on the soft smoothness of her inner thighs, teasing toward her wet slit, as she trembled and breathed soft. ”She brought her food and put her plate in front of his plate and they both sat eating the breakfast. Mom was in a very relaxed mood. James thought he should play his game that day. Mom’s nightee was little wet on her breast’s place as she had come out of toilet minutes before and her hairs were still wet. This made her nipple showing through the thin material of nightee.They both were casually talking and then the topic went to the English film going on the TV… James asked mom, “Madam tell me. It only took a few minutes to pick up the books and put them away. The old newspapers, picked up and put in the garbage. This old building had garbage chutes at the back end of the hall, down to the building incinerator. Then I started on the dishes. I didn’t have many dishes, so there weren’t that many to wash, but it took some chiseling to get the cooked-on crap out of my iron skillet. I even changed the sheets and made the bed. I got so involved in this that I almost didn’t leave for my last.