It was only a matter of moments before she started to hear the louder and louder erotic gasps followed by Ella’s orgasm, which told her, pretty much... what Ella was likely to want in the future. She wasn’t certain, because it also depended on whether she thought more about the pain or the orgasm during the rest of the evening. Time would tell.Ella finished re-doing her make-up, although saw that her eyes were still red and hoped that no more tears would run down my face which she would need to. Her husband was having an affair. Even then Sara did not give up on her marriage. She lost twenty pounds back to the size eight that she had been when they married. She dyed her hair that beginning to grey. She bought new, sexier clothes. But the more she tried the bigger the rift between them. She had almost expected it when David had asked her to dinner at one of the city’s top restaurants. She had bought a stunning black dress that clung to the mature curves of her body like a second skin.. The bottom of the dress was looser, coming down her thighs only a little bit, and when she moved her legs, it bounced away from her, providing tantalizing glances at the flesh of her long legs. The dress was strapless and was made of a material like suede, which shimmered slightly when she moved. She had a tight choker around her long, thin neck, a strip of red fringe and white fluff. The shoes were candy apple red, platformed, spiky-heeled, shiny, with a puff ball the straps that went over her. Not daring to give up on this new fuzzy plaything I had found, I vowed to stay awake all night until I got hard again. Three hours later I woke up rubbing my eyes and wondering if this was all a dream, glancing quickly to the couch I noticed my plaything still laying there waiting for me to explore it. I touched it, it wanted me again. Spreading her legs gently I laid over top of her trying not to touch her."Just please, pleeeease don't wake up yet" I kept thinking. I could feel the head slide.