At that moment I wanted to become my wife's cuckold bitch forever. I showered, put the rubber back in the papertowels and replaced them to the trash. ... never said a word. She came home and we talked about how the washing machine repairs went and she told me it needed a part that he didn't have with him and he'd be returning the next day. I knew then, it was the repairman. She also mentioned that she'd actually met the repairman a few weeks before when she went to a local bar wit her friend Kim. ”I moved without thinking about what I was doing. I sort of understood the enormity of putting my cock into her body. She was may grandmother. We were related by blood. She’d birthed my father. It would be i****t.“This isn’t happening,” I said, groaning it out.“Oh God, yes, it is,” my grandmother sighed.I was between her legs, my cock in my hand, the bulb aimed at her body.“You’re going to fuck me … Jesus, Carl, you’re actually going to do it!”I moved to take the strain off my knees. Then, as. When she finally got home she'd asked him in and had fucked him again.For the next two weeks it had been more of the same. Every night the limo would take her somewhere, be waiting for her when she came out, and the driver always pulled over somewhere and 'took his tip'. The clients that John was sending her to were such sorry specimens that she began to look forward to her sessions with the chauffeur, at least he was able to bring her to orgasm. By the end of the second week she'd had enough.. I let go and lay on the bed opening my legs I slowly rubbed my pussy it was so wet, I watched Gary slip the condom on over his cock and roll it down the shaft to the base; he got in between my legs and guided his cock into my very wet pussy slowly, as I felt it push my lips wide I gasped with pleasure, Gary sucked my hard nipples making me moan I adjusted my hips and Gary slipped in fully, I felt a sharp pain as I wrapped my legs around his waist begging him to fuck me slowly, he moved his hips.