We kept our legs apart to view one another, giggling from the pleasure. After we were both breathless and flushed from the pleasure, we lay there grin...ing at one another. Finally I got up and turned off the TV and taking her hand said, "Come on" and led her to our bedroom. Once there, with the moonlight lighting us up I took off her nightgown, followed by my own. Now we cast our eyes over each other’s bodies, I know we had seen each other naked lots of time over the years, but this was. Hopefully it will make it easier to read. * It’s funny how your mind works when you see something or someone familiar. I had just come out of a shop on the High street, when something caught my eye. I looked, and then I had to look again. No that’s impossible. No my eyes had got to be playing tricks on me. Standing there across the street, was Rebecca. But no, it couldn’t be! This was a young woman who looked just like Becky had looked, twenty-odd years ago. My mind raced back to my first. “Do I make you proud?” my wife, spread out on the table in front of me asked. “Do you still want to fuck me?”“I’m not sure that you have time for me anymore” I smugly replied. “You’re probably right” my wife replied with a knowing smile. “Now that I’m Connie’s whore.”Just then, the woman returned with a strap on and a very devious smile. She quickly pulled down her jeans, pulled up the harness and then lined up the tip of the dildo to my wife’s still-drippy pussy.“This is still ‘good faith” you. “That was great. Thanks for coming in today.”My parents were sticklers about manners, so I unconsciously replied, “You’re welcome.”I had a half dozen quarters remaining, so I decided to use them up before I left. I think I didn’t want to feel like a whore. You know getting paid for sex.I had put the second quarter in when a young black guy walked up and stood next to me. His hand didn’t waste any time as he began rubbing my cock and unzipping my pants.“That last guy got all I had,” I said.