"Hell yes and if things were different ... I'd even love to do it for you."Jaclyn just smiled and whispered. "Keep romancing me ... and you never know...what may happen." I plan on it, sweetie!" Good, because I'm not sure about you, but ... I'm sick of being lonely and maybe later on, we could help each other." Let's keep things simple and very slow, sweetie. We could get in lots of trouble." Anything you say." Jaclyn replied and she was dripping wet. "I think we should be getting to bed. We. This is the story of how I became acquainted with my wife's hidden, unspoken sexual desire.This is a true story, It all started with the purchase of a video recorder.At that time, my wife was around 40, and purchasing a VCR was a big event. One evening the bell rang and Marc our neighbour from next door stood at the door with a broad grin on his face. He had a videocassette in his hand."I have a beautiful nature documentary here," he said, "I wish you a lot of enjoyment."It was one of those. He had loved a number of women, but he had never felt a connection with any of them to the same degree that he felt with Samantha or so fast. He was not going to rush things however. He had done that with Josephine and he missed the early signs of her instability, signs that, in hindsight, Monique had warned him about and he had ignored. While not exactly gun-shy, he had stepped back from any relationship and had lived in solitude for the bulk of the summer dodging Josephine and just about. Way past caring though, she collapsed on the bed and allowed the most powerful orgasm in her young life to pulse through her like a sweet wave that continued hammering the shores on a perfect surfing day: big, powerful, overwhelming and utterly fulfilling.Clara lapped eagerly at the flooding of juice that exploded out of the young girl's cunt. She retrieved as much of the soccer coach's cum as she could, savouring each sweet lick fervently like it was ice cream melting in the hot summer sun..