Thinking about my wife, I mean, and the way we ... well, the way we started off together.We were maybe a little older than most who meet and then marr... for the first time, both of us twenty-seven, differing in chronological age by only a matter of weeks. By then, statistics tell us, most of us have married at least once, and had at least one child; and right smart of that number have divorced, many of those having already entered into second marriages.Not so with us.I was in a long-term. Knowing she was home alone, she rushed downstairs wrapping the towel around her curvy body as she went. She opened the door to find a young man, no older than 20, staring at her half nakedness. “I’m here to see the car”, he said. Samantha remembered her dad mentioning something about someone coming to look at his old work car today. “Go ahead”, she said, pointing out the car parked on the roadside. The man thoroughly inspected the car before returning to Samantha, who was now shielding herself. Pumped his dick with my hand and started to lick sathyas asshole.I deep tounge in his asshole and buried my face in his asshole.This aroused sathyas dick.He grabbed me and removed my underwear and began to lick my wet pussy.He began to eat my pussy.I was in heaven and started to moan but controlled myself.Sathya positioned his dick in my pussy and punched his entire dick in a single shot in my wet hole.Sathya started to bang my pussy.His pace increased and with his strokes made me cum.Sathya. My wife and I worked at a large technical company. The company was full of young eccentric people. It was the risqué, 70s. Sex was all around. You liked dressing provocatively. You, as was the fashion, had many revealing clothes. One summer there was a game people played at work. A single guy would take a married woman on a lunch date. You went with an attractive man and had a great time. I asked you a lot of questions and you told me about him. This led to some semi innocent bed talk..