He opened it. “Hello... Claire?““Hello, John, you’re very late back.”“Er, yes. We’re very short staffed at the Hostel, but how come... ?...�� Then he remembered his manners. “Stupid me! Come in, love, come in! I was just going to make some hot Chocolate. You’ll have some? You’re lucky to find anyone at home, I should be–”“At Grange,” she completed the sentence, and waited with a smile.John was now operating on automatic pilot, which meant that his natural hospitality drove what he said and did,. She lay beside me and said “lick his spunk off my body”. Whilst I was doing that she ordered Paul to pull her trousers and panties off and when she was as buck naked as we were she took my hand and pressed it between her legs telling me to finger her cunt slowly.Hers wasn’t the first cunt I’d played with but it was very probably the wettest and widest so I set about finger fucking her with gusto. Paul was standing by the bed watching all this and somewhat surprisingly he was still nice and. The husband does not need to worry about being inadequate and his spouse would gain the desired attention and satisfaction finally.I asked her to be more specific, she hugged me and said: "I don't want to hurt my feelings" but I don't listened and begged for more details and honesty on her part.I heard a sigh coming from her mouth and she said: "hun you neglected me for ages and when we have sex finally it's unsatisfying to me and your stamina is not what it used to be also"For years I don't. Why did I continue to come over and be inadvertently boiled to a sexual frenzy?"Could you screw this top off?" I thought she meant her bra, or I hoped she meant her bra. But the jar in her hand quickly ruined that fantasy. Ashley walked to me, rested the jar and the table, and bent forward. I watched the exposed portion of her chest grow from the thin line of her cleavage to the complete sight of her breasts and the lacy pink bra that held them. The robe dangled well below her bursting bosom..