We are an open book to each other. She’s fifty-five and already past menopause. I’m forty-five and still horny. It doesn’t matter. She is still...the same enthusiastic bed partner, still the soft and lovely girl of my dreams. Age will never wither her beauty, nor slow down her sex drive, apparently, thank goodness. She lay on the bed with that Mona Lisa smile of hers, her soft round little body still lovely after all these years. She reached out for me and again I answered her siren call. This. We asked for Mike when we set up the appointment. Mike was a big, strong, tattooed man with a beard. I thought he was pretty hot and he made us laugh last time with drunken stories. He was the total opposite of what we were expecting from hiring an electrician. The plan was that I was going to be sunbathing on the deck and would tease him after my husband left. My husband would actually be watching and listening from an open upstairs window. So my husband gets home from work and Mike gets to. He started jacking me off, actually fairly roughly even though he pulled out some lube and lathered me up. Another, much younger and hot looking guy came into the opening and peeked around the corner, he was definitely interested in my big, 8-inch dick, but backed away because of the other man.I was certainly interested in more than a hand-job, so I backed away, pulling my dick out of the hole-in-the-wall. That caused my first partner to back away and leave so that the younger guy could come. Nice little thighs, and a little round ass that I loved looking at. I wanted to do more, but we'd only just crossed the line recently, and I didn't want to push. Nor did I want to get caught. But God, her standing there in front of me, taking off her t-shirt and slowly pulling down her shorts, I sat in my computer chair, my dick throbbing in my shorts, looking at her standing there in just a plain white bra and t-shirt. Her fucking boobs popping in the bra, and cleavage busting all over the.