No, I must stick to the plan. His hands rub and squeeze and fondle as he massages the oil into my breasts, which burn with a fever I hadn’t anticipa...ed. I feel his hot breath against my neck as he whispers, “Catherine, you’re amazing!”I grow rigid. I haven’t told him my name. What if he is some creep who’s been… I don’t know… Stalking me…? “How do you know my name?” I ask sharply.Mark’s hands stop moving. “The sign,” he says uncertainly. “By the front door.”Of course! The sign. WELCOME TO JOHN. Anyway, I'm digressing again, so back to my story about the Golden Rule.I finally succeeded in diverting my passion for fucking my twin daughters when they were still at home going to high school, by focusing all of my energies over the next few years on trying to get my wife to agree to start swinging and urging her to fuck other men, or maybe work up to fucking other men by starting with some lesbian affairs. I had confided in some friends at work about how stale and infrequent married sex. ..and it turned me on). I still ad my skirt, stockings and suspenders on...........I was just about to take them off, when you said that you hadn't finished with me yet. You just needed a little time to rest and re-energise. So we ordered room service. I dared you to answer the door in the nude......but you looked through the peephole, and saw that it was a guy. So you put your boxers back on and answered the door. You said something to the guy and then shut the door. We ate our food and cooled. . pushing her head away, she won’t budge. I try pulling away, but the head board stops me, my hands move from my tits to my head, to the sheets - to her head - OMG this can’t go on. Finally it is here, my head flops back on the bed, my body explodes with a massive wave of pleasure I have never experienced in all the years of my husband fucking me.Her face is soaked with my juices, coming back up, laying by my side, sharing a kiss so I can taste what I am like when I explode. We are both tired,.