The woman spoke as she came into the kitchen and placed the house telephone back on the charger. For a woman who turned fifty four, a few months back,...she could have easily come across as someone in her mid forties. Her shorter blonde hair was disheveled but defined, the light tones of the brown eye shadow magnifying her blue eyes and her dress stamped with department store approval. ‘Yes, I talked Pete into preparing the turkey tonight and starting it in the morning, but apart from that I’ll. I savored having Rachel doing these things she hated. In five years of marriage, not once had I taken her ass. I had lusted for it, begged for it, promised anything for it. And now for the second time in less than a week, it was mine.I pulled most of the way out and drove in hard. “Owwwww! Please not so hard! It really hurts!’“Rub you pussy harder” I offered and I was not going to be gentle.Rachel had loosed up a bit, as I started to pump her ass. Maybe she was relaxing or maybe her ass was. Slowly he explored her mouth with his tongue and tasted her totally. He taught her the rhythm that seemed to best please him and slowly his hands started rubbing circles down her back. She hadn't realized that she was gripping his shirt and she released it and moved her hands up to grip his neck. He had made his way down to her lower back, just above her bottom, his hands rested there for the moment. She felt his reaction to the kiss through his jeans and without meaning to, pressed her middle. It took Chris quite a while to finally regain his composure,but when he finally did, he masturbated me with more enthusiasmthan he ever had before. When we had completed sex I lay there inbed totally satisfied. Not only had we both enjoyed a sexualexperience together more than we ever had before, but I had alsofound the key to turning him on. A few nights later I was doing my nails. I was in a playfulmood (I get that way with Chris sometimes), and just for fun Idecided to do Chris's.