In a moment that I will never forget as long as I live, I decided in an almost dispassionate way that it was time to get on with living, and I decided...to take a huge chance. I suggested that Jason and I continue our conversation in a hotel room, my treat. He was stunned for a few seconds and then asked what exactly I meant. I simply reached across the table and held his hand and said that I thought he was a warm, kind person and I needed spontaneity in my life. I’m not getting any younger, I. He slammed suddenly into my gspot and I screamed, arching and clutching my pillow in a death grip. “Oh god YES!” His lips were pursed, yet he was still moaning, deep down in his chest. He was fucking me so hard that I could hear his balls making contact with my ass, feel every single inch of him stretching my pussy to its limits. He plunged deeper and deeper and fucked harder and harder until suddenly he pulled himself out, pounding his fist along his shaft. “Turn over,” he instructed and I did. I didn’t mean any of that...I-I was just a little excited”“A little? You practically forced yourself on me!”“It’s just, you’re so pretty and I just wanted tonight to be special...”, I said, in my most defeated voice possible.At first I thought she wasn’t buying any of it, but after what looked like a moment of consideration, Lanie scooted over to me on the couch, and leaned her head back on my shoulder.I smiled, and put my arm back around her, this time trying to keep it at her shoulder. Yet,. I don’t really count my wife, as we have decent sex every couple of weeks. And I do love that she will sometimes fuck me with a strap on! But I counted, other than my wife, only six other women I’ve fucked over the last 12 months. When I went to add up the number of guys I’ve fucked or been fucked by, I was a little shocked. First I couldn’t remember every single one, and two, before I stopped counting I was up to something like 35 different guys I’ve been fucked by in the same time period,.