I made a choice, and I'm not ashamed to admit I enjoyed and continue to enjoy my pleasure.When I came home one day, I found evidence my husband had en...ertained women in our bed. That is difficult to overlook or forget.Fortunately, I maintained my body after my son's birth, and I certainly had a different attitude toward my wedding vows. I began to see other men in a way to which I quickly became accustomed.I sought out reasons to delay coming home from work. I flirted, teased, found I wanted. "This is an infusion of mild Castile soap to clean you out. Since you're a beginner at this sort of thing, we're starting with half a quart. Now, see if you can hold it in for ten minutes."His stomach had begun to cramp before she finished speaking. He gasped, then clamped down with his abdominal muscles."Good, Ben. Just a little longer. You're doing fine."She helped support him as he limped into the bathroom, then stood watch as he noisily expelled fluid and gas and solid matter. Somehow, it. After our orgasms were over, I rolled over and pulled Beth on top of me. Her long blonde hair was so silky that as I ran my fingers through it, all of the tangles fell out.“Oh, Ken. That was so wonderful and much better than I thought it would be. Now we can make love all the time.”“Beth, we can’t risk doing that. Your dad would kill me if he found out.”“But I’m eighteen! I can have sex if I want to!”“Well, he won’t look at it that way. And neither with your mother.”“Then we’ll just have to be. I could see their tongues as they sucked and locked with each other. My boyfriend put his hands on the side of mom’s thick, milky thighs and squeezed and ran his hands inside her nightie, holding onto her thighs.Mom, unlike me, had much bigger boobs. She pulled the straps of her nightie down and exposed her big, firm breast. I have to admit, the looked beautiful. Pink long nipples, much like my own. They were perfect, I knew my boyfriend would love them. Mom pressed her boobs on my boyfriend’s.