My words went over John’s head, as if he was not prepared to listen to reason or anything that stood in his way of fucking me. ‘I’ll lay 100 to ... you’re wearing stockings’, he said, his eyes on my lower legs, ‘you look like a slut’, he added, suddenly my fantasy was unfolding in both my minds eye and in reality in my kitchen. I reached up to my terry towelling robe and eased the tie bind apart, ‘Why don’t you find out if you’re right or wrong’, I said in a defeated tone.. I could feel the robe. Maybe the two of us should share this phase of our life together like we’ve shared most everything else. The only problem is that I’m not thrilled at the prospect of fucking. So far in my forty-year-old life I’ve managed to avoid having a male’s thing stuck inside of me. Technically I’m still a virgin. But the concept of being a mother is intriguing.’ ‘Does it bother you Aaron that you might have fathered a baby in me?’ Marie asked. ‘And what do you think of the prospect of fathering one with. Her heavily rounded breasts jutted out like twin; ruby- crested mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her legs, so long, so shapely, so satiny smooth- looking at their inner thighs showed a glistening trickle of moisture seeping from her passion-flowered cuntal mouth."You still like young girls don't you bro. I saw the one you had in the car the day I arrived and I can tell by how a girl walks if she's just been fucked."Janice's fingertips dipped lower through her soft. Morning brought an exciting new start to our marriage; our decision was made; Richard, our neighbour would be my first lover.Mike my husband, is confined to a wheelchair and although sexually active our sex was limited due to his restricted movement. He was always concerned about my sexual satisfaction so was happy for me to live out my fantasy as long as he wasn't excluded, lied to, or deceived. I knew instinctively that it would also provide him with amazing pleasure.Getting Richard.