We traded life stories for an hour until I mentioned I had to get back to work. She was interested that I could work from home and set up another time...we could talk about that.This quickly developed into a regular thing. Her husband of only a year was gone a lot for work so I even got invited over for lunches or dinners. I’d bring my share and got her to enjoying wine with meals, something new from her religiously teetotalling upbringing. My argument was the easy one from the miracle of water. Then she began writing me the most erotic, sexually pervasive letters imaginable, elegant and expressively detailed that despite their racy content would make the most seasoned of writers proud. Once I started reading the letters there was no turning back, her sexual attributes now taking a back seat to the fire and uninhibited passion of her words. Our so-called committed relationships withstanding, we were now having a torrid love affair. It included alcohol-induced rendezvous in dimly lit. She finally took my cock in her hands and I know she could feel the pulsating. Then she started to stroke it slowly while still looking up at me and then finally what I have been dreaming of for so long happened. She put her mouth around my rock hard cock and slowly was going back and forth while her hand was playing with my balls. I took her head and was holding her hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. After she had lubed up my cock she was now jerking me off while sucking on my hard on and. Both Debbie and I agreed, it was hardly realistic looking. More like a flesh colored thong. But it did appear to do a good job of keeping said penis out of site. She simply had to have it. And as I had found out, when Debbie wanted something, she seemed to find some way to get it.We also had no fewer than two wigs, some evil looking thing that wrapped around the waist. Debbie said it was a corset. It looked very tight. And the model didn't exactly look pleased to be wearing it. A few small.