Then one day out of the blue, it happened. It was a Tuesday evening and she – I can’t really call her my wife anymore - gave me a beer and told me...change was coming and I had to accept it! If I didn’t accept the change, she was throwing me out and I would need to be gone by the weekend.She said I must refer to her as Mistress from now on. I wanted to know what was going on, but her face was set in that way it does when I know she isn’t going to change her mind.The following day, I coasted. He was able to touch me far more now. I was spread out for him. His fingers hit all the right spots and I couldn't imagine it being any better than this, until he pulled away and moved his mouth toward my pussy.His tongue darted around me wet pussy and throbbing clit and he gave me oral sex. Slipping his fingers inside me at the same time and occasionally reaching up to grab my boobs.He spent much time down on me, when he eventually stopped and stood up. I began to stand up also, but he told me. I knew what was expected of me, and I took up position in front of him, on all fours with my arse in the air. I saw from the corner of my eye, Paul putting on a condom before sliding behind me. I felt him exploring my cheeks with his shaft before settling on my bum-hole and gently pushing in. With only a little resistance, my arse swallowed his shaft all the way to his balls. I was battling a dual experience of relief that I was finally have sex again, and slight disappointment of how small. So I apologised to him as he sat there with his lipstick expectantly poking out but promised to relieve him later.I had breakfast, showered and dressed. All very boring in the grand scheme of things and decided to make the most of the beautiful sunny day and the mountain bikes provided by the holiday home. As I got ready my mother was lecturing me on the importantance of wearing a helmet "blah blah blah" was all I really heard, I'm not a dumb kid, I know you're supposed to wear a fucking helmet.