He came out looking stunning in a tight mini dress ,Lace top hold-ups and black lace knicks.We went into the living room and I sat down and he walked ...ver and stood beside me. I noticed a rather sexy bulge in his dress , there was no way of concealing what was underneath.I put my hands on his tight ass and pulled him towards me rubbing the side of my face along the now very big bulge.I’m in heaven again…and some. I slowly lifted up the dress (I wanted to rip it off him) to reveal a lace clad. He fit the profile of the kind of guys that were infatuated with me. His personality was very passive and he acted kind of wimpy. He was your typical geek in school that now had a job with a little authority so people that never would have talked to him before now were forced to. You see I look like Zena the warrior princess of the TV show. I am over 6 feet tall and when I am in heels which I love to wear I look like a Amazon. Chris was the type of guy that was turned on by tall dominate woman. I was sucking it and caressing his balls, inserting my fingers in the anus of my son. He was feeling a little discomfort and for avenge, he pressed my head entirely on his dick. Now his penis was totally in my throat gagging me with discomfort. I spit a lot on his cock and started massaging it again. Now it was his turn to make me enjoying.I sat on the sofa and he was sitting on the knees between my stretched legs. He just started removing my hairs from the hairy pussy. His penis was still. I think he was not a good fucker at all, but he was my husband and I could divorce him on such ridiculous reason! In all other cases and situations he was a very good man, careful and loving, solicitous and attentive. But concerning sex, he was so weak, it made me cry sometimes.After a few years, we moved to another city, near my native village where I was born and grew up. It was very sunny and peaceful place, buried in verdure and green. The city was very good, but my husband could not take.