”Quiet baby," I say in her ear, and start moving. Her tight body is at my mercy, her delicate fingers gripping the rail while I thrust into her. I'm...glad she wanted to change positions, I need to fuck her. A brief reminder of our earlier conversation about Nicole stirs in my brain, and I pump into Chanel harder. My ex wife is immediately forgotten looking at what's right in front of me. Chanel's curled hair swirls down her back, my large hands on her little waist, the faint tan lines of her. Her black hair loose swaying over her shoulder. Her black eyes carefully embroidered with mascara. Her wonderfully wound saree which did very less to control my imagination!She looked like she was on her first night! I involuntarily said “Madam you look beautiful!”She looked at me with a smile and said “I am going to a marriage later that is why I am like this!” I do not know what was going to happen next but I was in a daze. After settling down I came to my senses and remembered about the past. ” I think that M*m thought that I was appalled by the way she was made up, but here is what she did not know: before I met my wife, when I was in my late twenties, I was in a club and met the sexiest woman, who was in her late fifties…she was 21 years older than me! But we became lovers, and she was one of the sexiest women I had ever met and was one of my best fucks! After being with her, I began renting porn of older women: first, women in their 40s, then women in their 50s, then women in. Since traffic kind of sucked, I called Vicki to let her know I’d home in about an hour. I love my wife! She knew my day was going to be a tough one, so I was thrilled to hear that she was making her tasty spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. She also let me know that it would be ready when I returned home. With a little luck traffic cleared up nicely, so I was home in forty-five minutes. As I walked in my wife gave me a big hug and a very seductive kiss. After we broke our kiss off, she.