" I concluded."Mother," Sherry exclaimed. "You've got it all wrong. I don't let Ralph to do me nearly that often." What? The your loving husband doesn...t fuck you three time a day? What kind of man you marry, anyway, honey?" Well, it's not all Ralph's fault. Aunt Joyce always told me it isn't proper for a wife to have sex that often. We're not supposed to, you know, just RUT it all the time like animals." Joyce, that hypocrite who is fucking her gardener, her driver, and half the appliance. They started by kissing my boobs, sucking my nipples until they were hard and throbbing. Acting in perfect coordination, they caressed by body, running their hands down across my belly and between my thighs. Tom started to rub my clit which was already poking out of its hood, and Dick slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt. That was then that I had my first orgasm of many that night, cumming harder than I had for years as almost forgotten sensations swept through my body.Then the fucking. I watched the old man work while secret sentiments for my husband swam around inside my head. How many times has he even swum in the GD pool? Three … four maybe? What a dickhead. I use this pool more than he does. Left nut, my ass! And he leaves me here every time that old fucker comes to clean it while he goes golfing with his buddies. I hate him. I— “Mrs. Paul?” “Sorry,” I said again as I stood. “There’s a problem with your pool. Wanna take a look?” He pointed in the direction of the other. ..' I began my excuses, not really knowing where the hell they would lead. Shit, I thought.'Don't,' she interrupted. 'It's okay. You don't have to, you know, explain.'Aoife had been my student, two or three years ago now, in my advanced history class. She must have been twenty, perhaps twenty-one. She explained that she was in the final year of a law degree and had 'got into this as a fun way to earn a bit of money.' She leaned in to look me in the eye.'Are you okay?' she asked. 'I mean, you've.