She had hidden sexual desires so dint say anything to me after my continuous pinching and pressing of her boobs. She didn’t react at all.I was like ...hy is she still sleeping after so much of pressing and pinching of her boobs . So I put my small hands under her nighty and started pressing but now she woke up (acting) and asked me what do you want and I replied I wanted to play with her for that she said she is very tired and promised me to play in the night and I said ok and went to watch tv .. She slumped back after a moment, “Nope, doesn’t fit. Try again.” Tricia was flying high with their little flirtation. It was just as fun every single time they did it. Completely innocent, completely benign, and yet utterly exciting.“Soldier? Sailor?”“I don’t salute.”“Have you tried?”“Sir, no sir,” she said with a mocked low voice.He chucked, “Alright, you tell me what I think?”“Really? Wow, that’s a lot of power. Cool. I am the most Powerful Girl In The-,” she puffed her chest and raised her. My husband asked if he could fuck me on the table as it was very quiet in the hotel. I said of course, but first I have to go and powder my nose back in the room and I will return as soon as possible. I could see the snooker room from our bedroom window. I noticed that someone was peeping in the window at the back of the snooker room and was obviously spying on us. My husband had a pair of binoculars in his suitcase so I took them out to see if I could identify who was doing the spying. It was. I found relief jerking off every night. My tastes had drifted, in my mind, to be a little out of the ordinary. Most guys are interested in younger women, but I love mature women, like my wife. I loved looking at middle-aged women with big tits. I liked reading stories about how they cheat on their husbands with big, strong guys. Sometimes I fantasized about my wife with athletic, younger men with big cocks. One time, my wife went to a bachelorette party with some younger women at the.