As for me, I was in no rush to start my uneventfully weekend. Let’s see…. first I’ll get home, clean up after the kids and dread another night o... ‘I Wish I Could Disappear Sex’ with my husband…’ How exactly did I end up here? I’m fairly good looking, I have a golden personality and I’m smart. I’m in a dead end job that I hate, not much of a social life outside of meaningless random conversations with co-workers and a dead end marriage that is sexually unfulfilling. This couldn’t be all life has. Luis's cock was rock hard inside his pants. I knew about such things from sex ed of course, but feeling it in my hand was something else. "Keep rubbing!"Mrs. Gomez was now rubbing her pants between her legs. "Boys, don't get too excited yet. Girls want to be rubbed down there too," and soon Luis's hand was between my own legs.Everybody was breathing harder and harder, the boys especially. Luis was the first one to reach a climax. "Stop, stop," he warned, but I kept going. He let out a guttoral. Sex between us was so exciting, we fucked anywhere we chose, on his desk, in the men’s toilets, in the women’s toilets, the copier room, even in a filing cabinet. Even my husband benefited from my illicit sexual activities as I was so damned horny with the excitement, that I was, as David put it, ‘a hot ‘n horny little cow’. Not that he complained. Now I devised little treats for him and to that end one day I visited a sex shop in a neighbouring town. This was my first ever foray into the world. She told me the passport was one she had been issued about a year after she was married, when she and her first husband had gone overseas, and she said, “This is what I looked like when I was your age,” as she showed me the passport photo. I looked at her date of birth in the passport, and I saw that it would have made her fifty-one years old, just one year younger than my mother. The picture showed her at about twenty-two, and she was no raving beauty, but she had a pretty face, and a lot of.