Masturbation was no longer a quick ten to fifteen minutes every month or so. Now it was a nightly marathon of sweaty grunting with the vibrators on hi...h that still left her strangely unsatisfied after two or three orgasms. It just wasn't the same as having a warm body next to you, or above you, pounding you down into the mattress.It was a problem for which she couldn't see any solution. The only man she was interested in having near her was off-limits for anything more than some cuddling and. I had to help my wife to the shower. Before she fell asleep she said it had been amazing and she’d tell me in the morning.To summarize what I heard: There was Mark and three other guys who also worked at the resort. It was simply a gangbang. Anyone who had a hard on and found her pussy empty shoved it in. She completely lost count but figured each guy must have fucked her at least three times. She seemed to cum with every one too. They all LOVED her big saggy tits. One or two guys would often. Desperate to turn things around she had gone to Frederick's of Hollywood and purchased enough sexy lingerie to turn on a platoon of men. She had sent the k**s to her mother's for the night and when Tom had come home that night she had greeted him at the door with a martini and wearing only high heels and a few black pieces of almost nothing. He had taken the martini and walked past her asking, "What's for dinner?" Stunned, she had run crying to her bedroom.The next day she had started drinking. I didn't answer her but walked towards her and slip my arms aroundher tiny waist, her arms slid around my neck her face tilted up and herlips half opened in invitation. I kissed her, feeling her respond, herbody moulded to mine, my hands slid down to hold her firm, pert buttocksshe moaned and is anything clung closer to me, I slid my tongue across herlips and she responded by opening her lips and her small female tongueplayed with my larger male one, the feeling of taking and being in.