Even today, we could still be hooking up once a week and having an amazing affair but it got to the point where neither of us really wanted to continu... it. I think Judy confessed to my wife to make herself feel better. Almost as if confessing would ease the burden. It didn't. Not for her at least.I remain shocked that my wife was cool with it. The truth is that she was very okay with her mother and I hooking up as long as A) she never caught us and B) her mother was the only other woman for me.. I blush and say, "No, I had a girlfriend but she moved away." Oh, I'm sorry," she replies and puts her arm around me to comfort me.I jump at her touch. I have been so excited about being next to her that her touch sends sparks flying through me. I tense up, trying not to reveal my inner turmoil. She senses this and just holds me gently.We sit quietly, and after a few minutes, I relax and lean into her embrace. She holds me close, still not saying anything.Finally, she whispers, "When I first. Ah guess Dad told him how nice Ah were. He fucked me before and after Ah went next door to work. Then again at bedtime. By the time Ah fucked hubby Ah’d had about eight loads in mah twat. Ah were tarred out.Ah go back and fuck mah older brother once in a while cause Ma don’t give him much anymore. Did Ah forget to tell you he were the one thet showed me all about peckers? Mah husband’s same two buddies stop over at least once a week to give me something to do while hubby is at work and when. I moved back from the chair, placing my hands on the seat and began to slowly do the splits. The dildo stretched out on the floor behind me as my pussy slowly made her way to the floor. My pussy was opening quite wide, and the invading dildo slid just a little further inside. Eventually my pussylips kissed the stage floor making my audience gasp in appreciation. The cold surface of the stage was a most welcome sensation to my burning pussy, only to find this was increasing my ridiculously high.