The sex is good and I will take it until I decide if I want to throw her to the curb. She tries to make sex the best she can now more than ever, sinc... she doesnt want a divorce and to lose her pretty much endless supply of money. I guess I didnt realize what all she would do to keep me until one night a couple of weeks later. I came home from a normal day at work and found candles lit up to our bedroom. I get up there and find a note on the door reading I have a surprise for you. Come in when. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him."Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" I laughed."Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go. I had wanted to make love. Now, seeing how big … gigantic … his cock looked … I wasn’t sure it would fit inside me, but I wanted this. I wanted something. I wanted something with him desperately, intensely.He leaned forward onto me. He kissed just above my mound. I opened my legs to him. Not many men had seemed interested in touching me there before … not like this. I gasped when his lips covered the top of my slit. I spread my legs even further and rotated my hips up to open myself to him even. I wrapped my towel round my waist to hide my nakedness. Jean picked her towel up and dried her back and shoulders.Then, to my surprise, she peeled off her bra and keeping her breasts covered, dried them. The next thing she did was to slip out of her trunks to dry that part of her which left her breasts exposed to me. Although she was in her late thirties, as I was, I saw that her breasts were firm. "You`re staring, Andy" she said. "Yes, I am. I can`t help it. It`s affecting me a little"..