I looked up and saw her head move from side to side, almost uncontrollably, she kept moaning, calling my name, ‘oh Lucas…it’s been so long…oh ...es baby suck my tits…’ My lips moved back to hers and I gave her another long, deep soul-kiss. I reached down and undid her jeans, and I could feel her trembling fingers on the front of mine as she unbuttoned them as well. We both raised off the futon just enough to slide our jeans off and let them join the other discarded clothes on the floor.. You live three hours away from me and already have a penchant for married women. I am thirty-five, a trophy housewife who would embarass my husband if ever I actually worked. My yoga classes along with Pilates are socially acceptable in our social group and have also kept my five foot five, size eight body toned with my perky DD breasts and bum looking like those of a twenty-something. My husband is in his mid forties, he was the catch for me when we married ten years ago. I was a naive. (Just a little back story, I was engaged to Lynn at the time, we were both 18. Lynn was about 5’4” 115 lbs, and a dancer/cheerleader in high school. About shoulder length blonde hair with light hazel eyes. Tits to die for, perfect perky 34 C’s . I’m about 6’4” 195 lbs at the time and in pretty good shape from scholarships funning track and cross country, plus other intramural sports. ) Being the end of spring semester I had my room all packed up ad ready to go. I had plans to stay with Lynn. She had not noticed the small camera set up on Paul's table, but now she realised that Wendy was recording everything. Wendy saw her looking. “Yes, you are all going to be part of my video.” “Ready, Linda?” With that Linda went over and took off her white coat. As usual, she was naked underneath. Her rings caught the light. Paul reached onto the table and picked up a sheet of paper. He sprayed something onto Linda’s belly and pressed the paper onto it. “How’s that?” “Too high,” said Wendy, “go.