He was a gentleman and I was confident in telling him what I wanted to do. He was welcoming and charming. I knew he was aroused by my height, figure a...d sexual excitement.I used the bathroom to remove everything except stockings and slip; my breasts were tingling, my nipples aroused by the material brushing over them. I was so wet and wanted his thickness deep inside me to make up for the years without sex.He lay naked on the bed and I could smell the clean smell of body lotion and see a very. After our second bout, the one in which he put my legs over his shoulders and tried to drill me into the mattress, we were laying side-by-side catching our breath. I rolled toward him, snuggled my head on his shoulder and asked him about his skills.“Who taught you to make love like that?” I asked.“My kindergarten teacher,” he replied.I smacked him on the arm.“I’m serious,” I giggled.He rubbed his arm and laughed.“You are so gonna pay for that ... and I am being serious. We did a remodel last. Jim was late so Tia and I just sat and talked while some porn was playing on the TV. Jim got there about half an hour later and Tia said: "OK boys, I want you to put on a show for me."I had Jim strip naked. Jim is a couple years older than me, about my height and slightly chubby at about 215 pounds. He's handsome, not very hairy, but he has a beautiful 8" cut cock that is nice and thick, with big balls. Once naked, Jim layed down on the bed and I got between his legs and began nuzzling his. Paul didn't breathe a bit of this truth to Michelle, because he knew that she'd be furious. He just chose to be discreet, and let his wife think what she wanted, because she was wrong. He knew that way, more than ever. He would keep both women, and they would both get to use his cock, but his love now went to Stacy more than Michelle, and she would be the main person he screamed about, whenever he fucked his wife."Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Henry David ThoreauChapter 2Paul.