I wanted him to moan, I wanted him to cum, I wanted him to have better sex with me than he had with his wife. With both hands he grabbed both of my ar...s, pulled me up and guided me towards the living room where he threw me on the couch. He unbuttoned my shorts and then teasingly set his teeth into my panties while growling “I’ll fucking tear you apart”. The look he gave me was so dirty, so evil that it felt like he had waited years for this moment to come. He spread my legs and aggressively. Many of these guys wanted phone sex so I would tell them in detail how much I was looking forward to fucking them while explaining to them that my husband's cock was worthless, couldn't satisy me and would likely never enter my sacred pussy again.The third month was when I took things to the next level. At this point my poor husband was so sexually frustrated that he was almost constantly masturbating. I found this both irritating and distracting so I purchased a locking chastity device for his. The party could run well into the night without interruption.My husband had commented on what a vixen I had become in bed. He was not complaining but just wondering where I got my sexual energy. Even with Brad and JC I was still fucking him almost every night. It seemed like young cocks gave me superhuman libido. Word of my "coming out" spread across the campus like wildfire. Unbeknownst to me literally hundreds of young bucks had been told of my open house.Friday night arrived and I didn't. There was an ease between them as two people who had known each other a long time, but that did not detract from the passion. Although their routine varied slightly, Vera knew to expect quick, passionate sex when he first saw her, followed by a period of casual conversation, then another round of playful, slower sex. The conversations that occurred between the first and second orgasm were something Vera cherished more than she cared to admit. Andy grabbed both of her wrists and held them in one.