I was super horny after 6 months of living without sex. It was only a matter of time before I bedded her, I thought.On impulse, I asked her out. “I ...an go on a date, but I must warn you that I’m already married,” she said happily. She told me that her husband really didn’t mind her whereabouts as long as she returned home at night. “Yaar, he was in the early 40s when we got married,” she confided.I got it. Her husband couldn’t satisfy her physically, so he spent as much time away from her as. Oh, fuck,” she gasped. He pushed her head into the bedspread, as she continued to tighten around him, her pleasure rising. He groaned, one hand on her neck, holding her down, and the other gripping her hip. He slowed his pace, making her squirm, wanting more. She moaned and pushed back against him. He moved both hands to her hips, holding her still while he fucked her slowly. “Harder,” she begged, panting and writhing.He pulled back a little, before slamming into her fully, keeping her hips. To my surprise it was not the postman but a colleague from work, Melissa, who I had know for quite some time and who had the most amazing breasts. Melissa was in quite a state, she was crying and obviously very distraught. I quickly invited her in and sat her down in my lounge and asked what her problem was. I was more surprised that she came to my door as I was not a close friend of hers and had only really passed the time of day with her and had admired her huge chest from a subtle. I know how uncomfortable you must be. You can put a small washcloth over your pussy so I don't accidentally see it while cleaning your butthole."I was intentionally using street terms now to see her reaction. She smiled and said how sweet I was to her and that I'm her hero.I handed her a washcloth, and she held it with one hand over her pussy. I got in the shower and told her the best way to do it was for her to face the wall away from the showerhead, bend over slightly at the waist, spread her.