I was all for it. I just loved oiling her body, then massaging her slowly, starting at her neck and shoulders, working my way down her back to her hip..., enjoying her soft moans of pleasure as she relaxed under my touch. As I massaged her legs, she parted them slightly, giving me a nice view of her pussy, which had begun to swell and lubricate. My cock was hard in anticipation, and brushed against her as I worked up and down her soft flesh. I was so excited, and it wouldn't be long before I slid. He fancies himself the consummate lover, and to see his own wife in the company of another man proved he wasn't such a Casanova after all. I tried to talk to him, to tell him why I did what I did, but it was like talking to the wall. It had been like talking to a wall before, and this sure didn't make it any easier. Then, about a week ago, I came home to find a yellow envelope on the dining room table with a sticky note saying goodbye. It was divorce proceedings. He had moved out and took up. And with that he rolled me over and slammed his cock deep within my pussy and grabbed a hand full of my hair and held me against him so that he could feel my muscles contracting on his cock and then he started moving back and forth first slow then faster and faster until I started cumming so much that I could not even get a moan or a scream to escape my throat because the force of my spurts were all I could do was breathe and cum one after another. I do not know how it is with other woman but. I licked all around the opening before my tongue found her clit. As soon as I found her clit, she started to moan and she grabbed the top of my head. "Oh Richard, you lick just like your dad," she murmured, "your dad always plays with my clit before fingering me. Finger me Richard!" Again, I got the message that my dad has had Aunty Sue at least once in the past but I was enjoying myself too much to worry about it. I put my fingers inside her her pussy. Two to start with as she was so wet. I.