I never fucked your mother. We made love with each other.”“Bobby says the same thing. Ever since he got to ... do that ... with Barbie, he’s all...goofy and talks different.”“Like how?”“Like this morning he said all he wants to do is make her happy.”“That’s what good sex is all about, Honey. It isn’t selfish. It’s about making your partner feel good. And that makes you feel good.”“I get that,” said Julie. “Last night, I could tell I was making you feel really good, and it made me feel good,. Some of my friends began to suggest that we had something going. Nothing of that sort was on in my mind when one day my teenage son asked me at dinner if Chuck and I were in love. That shook me a bit as that wasn’t the case but my bringing up and conservative family had somehow drilled it into me that infidelity was an incorrigible sin and this was analogous. My situation as a divorcee apparent still did not make me unequivocally single. So, I guess unconsciously I was making excuses to myself. While I had Thursdays and Saturdays off Carol was home on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. So Wednesday nights became our official “sex” night. We would begin with touches and whispers while we prepared supper. “I need to cum baby, I need to cum bad” she would whisper while dishing out the evening meal. “I want to suck on your fat little clit and make you cum on my face” I would answer gathering up the dishes. We spoke low so the k**s couldn’t hear although they might have seen their mom. Peter even ate me out after we fucked, as I sucked his cock clean, which was the first time he had ever eaten his own cum out of me.As we cuddled in the after glow of our orgasms, I asked, “What got into you tonight, honey? You’ve never eaten me out after we fucked, and I really enjoyed having you slurping up Luke’s imagined cum like that.”He smiled and said, “Yeah, I know, baby, I kind of surprised myself too, by doing that. It’s just that I’ve read about that in so many of the stories and.