"I then reached up and took a hold of her tits, which she laid back on me, then I rolled us both over, "Now get on your hands and knees, for me to fuc... you doggy."With out pulling my dick out of her pussy, and keeping a hand hold on Clare, she got on her knees, and laid her head down on the wet bed, with her butt up in the air, with me behind her, and my dick still stuck in her tight, soaking wet, hot, pussy.Once we were in position I reached down and around and got a hand full of tits in each. Not too good looking, where he could vain, but pleasant to look at. She guessed he was in his mid-thirties; light brown hair, understated wire rimmed glasses, maroon shirt with khaki pants. Very distinguished, she thought. She enjoyed listening to his voice. It was smooth, genuine, nice. She found herself drifting off while listening to his words.She was snapped back into reality by the applause of the class. She quickly began clapping, feeling a bit embarrassed about not paying attention to. Unfortunately it wasn’t just me that she fucked. She’d been through all my friends, most of her friends husbands, the guys at work and even the milkman. And that was just the ones I knew about. For my part I had to reciprocate. I’d had most of her friends and the milkman’s wife (I particularly enjoyed that one!). As you can see, this wasn’t a match made in heaven. With hindsight I should have let her marry someone else and carried on screwing the arse off her. In fact, when she later remarried,. Our sex life is great and our desire for each other has never slackened; we go at it five or six times a week and two or three times a night is not uncommon. I work afternoons and Connie will occasionally get horny waiting for me to get home and on those occasions she will call me at work during my lunch break and we will engage in phone sex. One day, on my way home from work, I stopped at an adult bookstore and bought Connie a couple of dildos so she would have something to use besides her.