As time went on I was able at least to get her to play along a bit with me and call me by another name in bed but that was about it. She was very open...sexually otherwise and had been very active before we got married so I always held out the glimmer of hope that someday she would meet someone that would get her thinking about having another man with my approval. She also still looked great so I know she attracted her share of attention.Once again summer had arrived and my two kids went to camp. ? Her hands went down between her legs as she tried to protect herself.? The hands fondling her breasts released them to be immediately replaced by two more which began squeezing and pinching.? She wrenched at the hand between her legs and managed to dislodge it, but wailed in despair as three strong hands caught each of her wrists and arms and forced them away.? Instantly three more hands thrust between her thighs.? Carol screamed,? "AIIIIEEEEE No!? No!? No!? Don?t!? No!"? A dozen hands pulled. And so emerged a new me, a woman with pride, dignity and determination; and this new Olivia was ‘determined’ to stay that way. Money dwindled and soon, the day came that two slices of toast was a ‘good meal’ . I decided that I needed to get a job. One of my closest friends came to the rescue, suggesting that there might be a cleaning job available where her mum worked. Gratefully, I took the job. It wasn’t the best job in the world, and it certainly wasn’t the most well paid, but it. Our lust wasn’t superficial.It was cold and we anyway wanted to be making out under the quilt. I undid her first button, to which she took off my T-shirt. It was faster from there on to get on with the undressing. Her shirt was off in no time and she wasn’t wearing any bra. I put saliva on my hand and caressed her between her legs. She let out a moan and slid down my lower. I repeated it again and now she held my dick pulling down the foreskin. That night’s first hand job was underway as I.