I realized that I was not satisfying her, so I set her free. I tried to get her involved with a couple of our bachelor friends; she would not go there...I finally succeeded on our trip to New Orleans during Mardi Gras. After an afternoon of walking the streets (never got my wife to flash), we stopped in a bar where we met a couple of elder widowers. By that time, my wife had had a lot to drink. Long story short, one of the guys (Herb) ended up in our hotel room; the rest is history.After her. I had only met her once and thought it wouldn't be too bad. If things got to hot I would just jerk one out and get back to business.Rick let me in and showed me to the bedroom. I got things set up and told him I was ready. He came back in with his wife and they made their way to the bed. Rick is about 6'4" and a bit over 260 pounds, while his wife was just shy of five feet tall and might have weighed 140 pounds. Her curves were stretching the silky lingerie she started in. Her tits were nice. "Going to get out of these and into something a little more comfortable. Be at home."In her own room, she quickly stripped off her school clothes and pulled on a sashed blouse that reached almost to her knees, a pair of black panties and nothing else. She tied a loose knot in the sash so that the sides hugged in just enough to accentuate her trim waist and the soft, gentle flare of her adolescent hips -- not to mention the bold, impudent thrust of her twin mounds of quivering, creamy tit. "I'm observant," I responded, raising my glass of wine. "I'm not really the guy that I pretend to be with you or your mother. Well maybe deep inside, I might be, but it's not a very big part of me. It feels more natural with your mother, because I can see she needs it more than you do."June and I sipped our Chianti.Neither one of us said much else and eventually our pasta arrived."That dress is really you, June," I said, complimenting her on her evening gown."Kristen has expensive tastes," June.