Thank God. It seemed like over the last few weeks—months, actually—she’d had to constantly prod him just to keep him on track. Already remaking ...he bed, she didn’t even glance up. ‘Coffee. I’m on it.’ ‘That’s why I love you, sugar,’ he said. ‘Always taking care of me.’ Then the door closed and the shower went on. As she methodically tucked and folded the sheet and comforter back into place, all she could think about was that someday—soon—she needed to start taking care of herself, too. Half. "Enough loosening, it's time to get your little ass fucked, slut."This was it, the fantasy was about to come true. I was excited and nervous at the same time."Fuck I can't wait to do this," my wife said excitedly. "And if it hurts, I want to hear you scream."My wife moved into position and placed the head of the dildo at my ass hole. She looked at my face; I looked down at the dildo. I watched as she started to push. My ass instinctively clenched at first. She tried several times to penetrate. After about six months moping about the house, she decided that shewanted to do something with her spare time, and her husband Frank tookher to an Open Day at a local Adult Education Centre. Loads of localclubs and associations had stands there: knitting, basket weaving,machine knitting, more knitting, allotment gardening, local history, linedancing - that wasn't a success with her ankle - did I say she tried allof them? Then there was literary criticism, a writers' guild,watercolouring, the. As he got a coke he walked off and she followed, as they got outside there was a sheltered area, grassed that had a couple of benches.The barman, who Donna didn’t know his name or probably couldn’t pronounce it, was 27 years old, single, and hadn’t had any sexual activity for two years, he was 6’ tall, dark hair and slim. As they sat on a bench, similar to my experience of the same night, she ran her hand up his shoulder, he was wearing his uniform of black pants, white shirt and a red.