Her lip curled up at the ends into a smile, as she curled up into my arms. She slowly opened her eyes.“I have a confession to make,” she whispered...in my ear.With a lump in my throat, I said, “what?”Putting her mouth to my ear, she whispered, “I love you.” Wrapping her arms around me, I did the same. Kissing each other passionately, while we curled up together.Suddenly the doorbell rang, which we both ignored. A moment later it started ringing again. This time continuously, the chime going into. “Get to work.” He turned his back to me, walked to the sink faucet, and began washing his hands.“I don’t understand,” I said. I didn’t. I thought there was no way he was asking me to do what I thought he was asking.“You have to relieve yourself before we can continue, so just get it out of the way,” he instructed, tossing me the massaging gel. “It’s okay, I’ve seen it all before.”Something about his tone was strangely reassuring, like it was all no big deal despite my extreme reservations. But. We are now divorced but still friends, we didn't divorce because of what we were into but due to other pressures.I still think of Monica and what a let her or convinced her to do and it still turns me on to no end, Now in our senior years we have moved on but the good memories will never fade. I will tell what took place over some over 15 years of sharing Monica in a series of stories and remember, they are all true accounts, how I felt, the excitement of offering the woman I loved to others.. I went forward, putting a hand on his chest and I reached to my clit and started smacking it. I couldn't stop cumming. My body was dispensing every drop it had made. My teeth were locked. “Shit!” The contractions of my loins were finally slowing and tingling came over me and my toes were curling unnaturally from the sensation. I finally fell forward onto Jake's chest in exhaustion. My rest wasn't long as I felt Jake swelling in me. He dropped the panties onto the floor. His face was reddened.