"he does'nttouch me anymore, I want a man tomake love to me"She came closer to me, putting herhand around my neck and leaned into kiss me. I made no a...tempt to stopher, we kissed passionately as if wewere 2 teenagers. It felt strange, Inever thought that a woman of herage would still kiss like that.She led me by her hand, upstairsaround a winding staricase. I felt mycock going hard in my pants. We wentinto a large bedroom and she begantaking her clothes off. She took off herblouse, then her. Had she done it? Had she actually gone out and fulfilled my fantasy? Had she really made love with another man, or had she just sat in a lounge somewhere sipping on a drink and waiting for last call and closing time? I would soon know.It had been a fairly quick thing, everything happening in the space of three days. I'd had the fantasy of her fucking another man for years, but I'd never told her about it. We had a good marriage and I loved her, so I hadn't wanted to do anything that would cause. She met Arthur with a warm smile and shook his hand as I pulled out her chair.“Nine children!” Tanya got around to declaring after a few minutes of greetings chat.“Yes and that’s it. I’m in for the snip in a few weeks.”“So how long have you been married? You don’t look old enough,” Tanya went on.“Fifteen years, but we had two before that. The first when we were both sixteen.”We chatted while we ate and the conversation moved on to work and vacations then back to family. I guess being only. “Eyes, Matt. And remember what we’ve learned with the pillow.”It was even harder to maintain my eyes on hers when her arms were also wrapped around my body and her legs kept brushing against mine. Without the pillow, our faces and bodies were a few inches closer. I realized I was craning my neck backwards. To not do so would practically mean pressing my face to hers. Clara obviously had no trouble looking at me, clearly unaffected by this kind of intimacy when she danced. She kept pointing out.