But I had no idea what she felt. Why did she spend so much time with me? Perhaps I knew. She'd talked a little about the loneliness she felt after her...husband was killed. I was distracted by the noise of approaching feet - I recognised the tread of the staff nurse on nights. What on earth is she doing - moving so quickly, and in my direction? She glanced briefly through the screen, and then withdrew, and I saw her move round to draw the other curtains so I was shut in. What the hell? And then. We slowly moved closer as we kissed, our bodies being held close to each other. I rested my hand on her full breasts as her hands slid over me. I stood up and stripped off and I watched as she took off her lingerie too. She smiled at me and stood up close to me, our naked bodies pressed up against each other. I slipped my arms around her waist, resting my hands on the curve of her amazing ass. We kissed once more, this time more passionately. As we kissed, her hand started to stroke at my hard. First, they were really starting toturn me on too. Second, I saw how excited it made James.I started to think that maybe James wanted thesefantasies to actually come true, but maybe he was afraidto ask me.A few days ago James had to go to Cleveland for a fewdays. He was leaving on a Friday morning and would notbe back until Monday night. If I had a few vacation daysI might have gone with him, but I didn’t and he said hewas probably going to be in meetings every day exceptSunday. Besides,. It could only be described as one very distinct popping noise.My wife’s voice broke the stillness. She was almost screaming, “NO, no, put it back in me. Please. Put your dick back in me, now. I need you inside of me.”“But I’m about to cum again.”“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I want your cock inside of me. Please Frankie, please.”The sloppy, wet rhythmic sounds resumed. They had started fucking again at a furious pace. “Oh darling, I want you to cum in my wicked, naughty married pussy. Fill.