My husband knew about Toby. He enjoyed watching me get fucked by other men, and if he couldn’t watch, he liked to hear about it. So every evening ov...r dinner, I’d tell him about my afternoon fucks with Toby while I stroked his cock under the table at the hotel restaurant. Then we’d quickly head back up to our room, where he’d fuck my brains out over and over, as I relayed all the details of Toby’s big black cock pounding my eager pussy, and Toby blasting loads of cum deep into my cunt.On the. In retrospect the only thing that could have improved my life with Phil would have been if he cared just a little bit more about us and our sex life. I was a virgin when I married Phil and always thought that I was a good lover and sex partner although I had nothing that I could use to gauge my success other than I always did whatever Phil wanted me to do — anything he asked was fine with me. Now, after years of talking and listening to other women discuss their marriages I realized that Phil. “Like it? I love it! Abby, you look fantastic!”“Why thank you. I expect to hear those same words most every day at least sixty to seventy years from now.”“I’ll make a note to remember,” he smiled.“I’ll help you to remember, every day!” She went to him, their arms caressing the other. His nostrils flared at the scent of her freshly applied chocolate, vanilla perfume. She accepted his kiss and motioned his hand inside her top.“No bra, I’ve discovered.”“My bra and panties would just be in the way. Since my divorce, I had been with a number of women who had been more technically adept, but Jean put them all to shame. The magic came from our shared passion. For the first time since Annie, I connected emotionally as well as physically with a lover. This wasn’t just sex. This was making love. The passion and emotion that I felt for Jean made even the most mundane acts seem special. By the end of October we were inseparable and our relationship was common knowledge among our co-workers. I did.