I’m making love to my forty-six-year-old husband. I was going crazy. He asks what happened to me, and I actually confess the truth. Minutes of silen...e, and then he says, “If that’s what it takes to get us going, so be it.” The next week, I get a call from the first guy asking to meet me. I agree, and after work that day starts a routine of sexual abyss any woman could only dream of. I was soon having sex with those 6 guys and a few others regularly. My husbands boss or his office friends visit. She turned to me when she saw me. Thats when I realized she wasn't wearing a bra and was using her left hand to cover her nipples. Her long hair was wet.I turned away, "Oh shit. Sorry mom."Mom said, "It's okay, I have them covered, why are you home so early?"I looked at my mom's body. She was apparantly wearing panties."The phone started ringing while I was taking a shower so I put something on and went to get it." She said.I smiled, "You look very good mom."She smiled back at me, "Thanks, I am. I wanted her!“Let’s have a discussion of what is cheating and what is not.” I said.“Sure. I like debating.”“If I start rubbing along the side of your body ever so gently, like this, well that could happen in a subway.” I was stroking her side, under her clothes. Her skin was so smooth!“Absolutely, certainly not cheating.” She was caressing my chest, running her fingers through my chest hairs.“I heard in Europe nudity is not such a taboo thing among unmarried people. May I undress you?” I. Her blond hair had been tugged asunder and filled with static electricity when he had dragged her silken blouse over her head without opening all the buttons. Light from a nearby lamp near the door created a halo around her face. She was braless and her nipples were hardened pebbles, her breasts ghostly white circles proving that she had frequented a tanning salon during the wintery New York months.Carol’s hand returned to his hardon. “You’re ready, Daddy,” and holding fast to his erection, she.