He said "you wanna see?"We went upstairs. I had fantasized about this for half my life up till that point. I was going to be a tigress. I would say al... sorts of brilliant and witty quips. But instead what flicked through my mind was an episode of the Wonder Years that had played last night. Where he'd stood with Winnie on a hill and they were finally, fucking Finally, going to tell each other they liked each other. They stood on the hill and he drew circles with his foot. It symbolized shyness,. . just right. You know what I mean. Better text me soon because I don't have forever, you little bitch."Who knew? Before long I had a mailbox full of responses.Which one do I answer first? I answered the one that had a picture of a very attractive and sexy middle aged woman dressed in a black power suit. The caption next to the picture said "It's me, Daddy. Don't you remember me?"I told her to get her useless little ass over to my house after work the next day and maybe, just maybe, I would. “Answer me!” She commanded.“I was horny. Hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.” I blurted out in my shame and humiliation.She paused her slapping. “Horny? Hornier than ever? What is it that made you so fucking horny?”“Please don’t make me say. I’m so embarrassed.”SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! She resumed on my aching tits, much harder.“OK ... OK ... OK ... Please stop. I’ll tell you.” I pleaded.She stopped and waited a moment for me to gather myself. “Well?” She prodded.“Thinking about my. It would take some getting used to, this new privacy. Living here, alone, meant that we had the liberty to do whatever we wanted, when we wanted it. And we did.After we moved in we were still in that sexual high of a new relationship, and with a wife as sexy as mine, I wanted to see as much as I could from her. Every week I would buy sexy pieces of lingerie or skimpy blouses, anything I could envision on her body while walking at the mall. She even got used to sleeping nude at my insistence in.