Me: Whoa! 8 months?! Isn’t it too long? But you are so beautiful.She: Thanks, maybe my husband doesn’t think so. He is always traveling, and when ...e is not, he does his work at home.Me: He is a waste to not appreciate such a great beauty and hot woman at his house. I wish I could help you in some way ;)She: Hmm..maybe..anyway it’s too late now. Good night.And that was a signal I was waiting to receive. Maybe I might get a bit of that ass :PSoon, my luck favored me, and my parents had to go. Perhaps it was the sexy sundress she was wearing that showed her legs, cupped her breasts and let her nipples poke into the fabric making their presence obvious. Maybe it was the sex we’d enjoyed. Or, the prospect of a sexual tryst we could be doing in a few hours.Of course, I was open to the situation. She got on her phone, called him, and set things up.We drove back down the coast. We met at a local joint, had a drink, and headed to the motel room he had gotten.M tore her sundress off. . Divorce party sounded as a strange event in our Scandinavian town that is why I asked her, "Why this sexy outfit for that stupid party. Please don't collect any foolish ideas for your own divorce party there."Away she went and the next time I saw her was slight after half past two in the morning when she was back. I pretended to sleep and could hear that she after undressing in the bathroom fell down on the bed and was a sleep in a minute.I knew that the bar where Jenny held her stupid party. And down again, each time taking a bit more and a bit more. I could feel his hands on my waist as he began to rhythmically move me up and down. I felt his body under me, my hands on his thighs and knees as we moved as one. I heard his moaning and his breathing, his own guttural sounds as he took me. And we began to move together, feeling every inch of him inside of me now, up and down. God, how good this felt. Why had I waited so long for this moment? Why had I denied myself this feeling? I.