" It always ended up with us fucking like porn stars and me eating my thick cum from her hot cunt as if it had been put there by some stranger. I gues... I always knew it was going to happen for real eventually but I had never really faced the truth or had the courage to say anything to her. Finally it happened. She came home with a story about how she had exposed herself to some men at a hardware store and how they had taken her in the back and used her like a cheap whore. This was not unusual. Living in a small town where everyone knew each other's business probably helped stem my wild ways and I lived through them.I was at a bar enjoying a few beers with other regulars. Nobody in particular, just the other guys who would sit there and make comments about the game that was on the TV once in a while, when a noisy group came in. I thought about moving on from the bar as they were spoiling my quiet enjoyment of the place. That's when I saw him. He was in the group. My fantasy guy. I. . , I'll do it. Let me go pack a few things. Beth come in and keep me company," she asked, smiling in my wife's direction.Beth told me later, what they had talked about in the bedroom. Mostly Millie had wanted to know what she should wear for bedtime. Beth told her a little simple nightdress and whatever else she needed to wear to make her feel comfortable.(I know, you're impatient to know exactly what Millie looks like) - So here goes... !First—let me tell you what Millie isn't... she's not. My husband, she thought, must haste carried me upstairs to bed. She stretched slowly, deliciously. Criminy! Hank Carr gave me a good fuck!Her cunny still crawled and convulsed with the pleasure of having his huge cock socked into it.With eyes still closed, Mavis caressed her firm titties and pinched the nipples. One thing, though, she frowned: Hank wasn't the robber who had raped her. She reviewed the situation quickly. And it hadn't been Willie Quentin. And she was positive it wasn't Dell.