One day I was over at my friend Marge's and we got to drinking. The more I poured down my throat the more talkative I became and soon I was telling Ma...ge about my non-existent sex life. We were still talking when her husband Matt came home."Hey ladies, what'' up?" Nothing honey, just drinking and making girl talk." Girl talk? What's that, code for talking about sex?" No, the lack of it" I blurted out.Matt made a 'give' motion with his hands and Marge brought him up to date on my sad. My dear husband of about 25 years asked me how I wanted to celebrate it. I asked him, half in jest, “How about a couple of young studs to screw me silly!”My husband, Morty, looked surprised and retorted, “Would you do it if I got them?”Taking up the challenge, I came back with, “Why not? The baby factory is closed and the recreation area is hardly ever visited. It would feel really good!”Well, I didn’t get that, but it opened a long overdue dialogue about our dormant sex life, besides getting. She was embarrassed and started to hit me. I tried to control her by catching hands.She was not ready to stop and she tried to hit me more. I got angry and also her touch was making me horny. So I told if you hit me again, I will kiss you. She looked at me in shock. I released what I said. Before I apologize, she hit me again. This was a green signal for me.I kissed her on cheeks. Both were feeling shy. I was actually thinking whether it’s a dream or reality. Within that time I got one more. I want your saliva all over my tits," she told me, grabbing onto my head. She brought it over to her tits and I managed to get my tongue out. It didn't lick her nipples though, it just pressed onto them as I couldn't do much of anything except for breathe. "Lick hem, Naomi, I want to feel the pleasure," she moaned, applying pressure to my head. "You can't resist me forever." Dazed, my eyes closed and I collapsed onto my back. I had some trouble breathing and I put my right hand onto my heart as.