Neck seemed a little better as I rubbed the soap all over, then down my body elsewhere, all over, and then up and lingering on my dick and balls as I ...reamed. My wife had enjoyed sex before we married, but seemed suddenly to turn off after that, so it was stressful to push myself to her against her wishes, and her desires were few and far between. Think ‘frustrated’ is the word!I had taken, as an alternative, to reading Indian sex stories on the web when I was alone at home, stroking myself. Once that asshole is inside, we are clear of his friends, friends.”“I don’t know,” I said. “That could be a while.”“I have money, if that is your worry. I have a disability from the Army and my savings,” she informed me.“I’d love to hire you as a part time cop, but living with me and working for me wouldn’t be right,” I said.“Name a figure to rent me a room,” she suggested.“A hundred a week and we go 50/50 on extras,” I said.“What extras?” she asked.“Pizza, donuts, groceries, and the laundry. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to" hetold her, then again he changed the subject, drawing the question to anend. "I was just looking out of your window admiring the view of yourback garden and I couldn't help but notice that your window is very badlyrotted Amanda, I hope you don't mind me saying but I am concerned thewindow will fall out altogether."It was Amanda's turn to blush and she did a pretty redness grew in hercheeks. "I am afraid that I just can't afford to replace the windows. So goodand so needed. We both collapsed on the floor and fell fast asleep. Atsome point in the night he woke me to say he was leaving, a blanket andpillow in his hand for me (so sweet). Then he kissed me goodbye and Ifell back into my blissful, cum and rum-soaked sleep.As I write this the next day, I realize Matt must have been shitfaced -it clearly never dawned on him that my pussy was already soaked fromJohn when he went to fuck me. Silly boys.End Diary EntryAnd so it went like that for.