There we lay, locked tight, searching each others eyes and not moving, just living that one moment of pure physical and emotional unity. After a while...Tom lowered his head and kissed me tenderly as he started to move slowly. He drew back almost withdrawing completely, and then entered me again, slowly and silently. Taking all his control, he continued to slowly make love to me. His movements were fluid and sure. Every stroke delivering to me a beautiful flush of pleasure, radiating from deep. A finger circles my clit lightly, then puts slight pressure against my hole. Daddy slowly pushes in until the second knuckle. I look helplessly up at him as he begins to steadily thrust his finger in and out of my vagina. I am being fingered in an elevator full of strangers, by a man twice my age. One of the strangers is watching as I struggle to keep still, to keep quiet. A second finger joins the first, and struggles to force its way into my tight pussy. I am throbbing, aching, panting with. I need you to do a favor for me" No problem, what do you need?" Wait about an hour then call me on my cell and tell me a pipe burst at the school and they need me as soon as possible. Actually all you have to do is call and I'll fill it in at my end." Got it. I'll call about seven. See yah buddy."I decided I really didn't want to spend the night with my wife. I was sorry that we did what we did already and did not want to add to it. I would be able to think on the drive home. I knew I had to. " "Did your husband lose interest in you?" Smiling, Jennifer said, "No, I lost interest in him." "You're not making sense." "I lost interest in respectable sex." "Respectable sex?" "Proper sex, the sex a virtuous wife engages in with her husband." "Was your ex husband a prude?" Jennifer shook her head. "That's the saddest part of my depressing tale. He wasn't. I'm quite certain he would have loved some dirty, nasty sex." "You're losing me." "Michael, my husband had me on a pedestal. I was his.