I just pulled them aside, took his penis and put it inside me. As I rode him, memories of that night of sex with Robert surfaced in my mind. Suddenly ... night of sex with my husband turned into a fantasy where he was no longer present.I must have been so excited because it didn’t last three minutes, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I got off him. He kissed me and went to sleep. I stayed awake thinking, wondering if this is going to be my life. Imagining another man while I made love with. If not, I move on. But these stirrings began with her a while ago, and somewhat recently she’d returned to her husband who she had been separated from when we’d played. We had actively looked for a male playmate when we were still at it, but we never found the right guy, or the right chemistry with an alignment of desires.. There were a couple of almosts, but nothing really right. Nothing memorable. Not yet.Fast forward to this…A two-week temporary roomie, who was connected to me through a. I sat, flopped more like, into the bean bag at the foot of my bed. Jamie chose to lie on her bed, her head resting on her fists as she read her assignment.We studied in silence for about 40 minutes, Jamie rolled onto her back, reached down and pulled up the grey socks we all loathed and straightened her dark green skirt pulling it decorously down over her knees. Sensing the movement I looked inquisitively across the room at her. "You finished your geog prep then?" I asked."No, I'm just bored. Her robe fell open again as she pulled my shirt over my head, taking care not to dislodge my bandage. Her large body was truly admirable, firm and full.My hands explored her flesh as she ran her fingers down my chest and then worked on my waist buttons. Her breasts more than filled my hands. I sat on the side of her bed and yanked off my boots and britches while she stood and watched me, hands on hips. holding back her robe and letting me view her charms from nipples to knees. Her breasts stood.