I knew but I wanted her to tell me. She wrote back that it made her really wet and they'd actually masturbated while reading it, cumming several times...while she did. Somehow the thought of a mature woman masturbating to one of my stories was a real turn on, more so than the younger ones that normally contacted me. Hazel and I exchanged messages almost every day after that. She'd tell me how my stories made her feel really horny and how wet they made her pussy and what she'd relieved the. We began to discuss things we had seen on each other’s profiles. She brought up the fetish material she had seen on mine.“Ah yes, well about the fetish, I hope that doesn’t bother you, kind of weird I know, I can delete it”She leaned down and whispered in my ear “don’t you fucking dare, it’s kinky but kind of makes me horny too and I need to go.” As my cock pulsed against her she grinned “I’m full and really, really need to go.”Feeling my cock twitch she pushed her pussy down on me, opening her. I want you in me now." I said I was hard as a rock but not ready. She took the hint and pulled my pants off and good old Woody jumped right up.She came up to my face and planted a big French kiss probing my mouth with her tongue. "Ummm I taste good." she moaned. All the while she was kissing me, her hand was play with my nipples and slowly working its way towards woody. When she got there, she by passed it by and caressed my balls. After taking inventory, she latched on to woody and lightly. She hadn’t been unhappy with it but in her new sexual mindfulness, she realized that if she didn’t want to become dissolute, she needed to induce her husband to become a more significant sexual presence in her life. One night, a month or so before their son Lee left to go back to college, Arthur seeing how down in the dumps his wife was asked, “Are you, okay babe?”“I guess I’m just a little depressed that Lee’s going to school,” she answered.“Yeah, it was nice having him here. But there’s still.