This incident gave me more courage and I stared calling her and asking her things but she used to stop that conversation and bring in something else l...ter she would cut the call. I knew with her talk and other incident that happened that she wanted me but was afraid of being caught and then moral value and so on because she a typical housewife.The ones that said husband is god. This time I had decided that I would fuck her some how. The day this thing happened her son had gone to office as. She would love to march in here and loudly assert her authority over me one final time, showing everyone in the office that she had the power. Maybe she would even read something profane from the emails that confirmed my status as a pervert and deviant.So why would she give me the chance to resign quietly?And then, like the proverbial light bulb, something clicked.She hasn’t shown anyone yet. Because... she did something she wasn’t supposed to.I wasn’t confused any longer. Just angry.I am a. I felt like a serial killer with her first prey, and it was a feeling of power. Once at my house I invited him in and led him to the bedroom. He knew what was going on, but he was nervous and I think I might have been his first. I didn't know what to do so I just looked at him and said with an excited sigh "I just really want you to fuck me!” and with that he moved in for a kiss. We fell to the bed and ripped off each others cloths. I couldn't believe I had this young stud in my bed, and I. I was a wet, trembling, nervous mess the whole time. "Pull down your top. I want to see your tits." I rode down with my girls out, the shoulder strap of my seat belt positioned between them. He knows I like to show off, no matter how shy I act when doing so. It was nearly dark outside, but I know some neighboring cars got a glimpse. They saw his hand groping me and pinching my stiff nipples. I got wetter.We finally arrived and I grabbed my bag as we got out of the car. Lube, condoms (better to.