"Can I tell you tomorrow?" you softly whispered. "It's been a long and tiring night," you muttered as you instantly fell into a long and well-deserved...sleep.I was aching with desperation to hear all about your first meeting with him but it could wait until the morning. I'd waited so many years for you to give yourself to another man in the way that only I have enjoyed for over twenty years, so another few hours of waiting could do no harm.It had felt amazing to receive your text at 9 pm, just. I could make that work, because I had a pair ofnude pumps that would match the hose and my dress. I switched out myheels and went to my vanity to do my face.Looking in the mirror, I grimaced at my reflection. I had more wrinklesand age spots than I had ever dreamed I would see on my face. Although Iwas only 48, I felt like I looked like I was 70 years old. As a man Ialways got compliments on my youthful looking face. But as a woman, Iknew the standards were much stricter. You were supposed to. She loves me being in control and really loves me telling her to do it. I'm not intimidated by the guy (I know him). And she's found out what a gift she has in me physically -- I have a much larger cock and am expert with my tongue. Oh, one other significant thing has happened. I don't know if it's me, her or a combination of us both but something has clicked in our lovemaking. I know she feels so much more sexy and expansive as a woman and I now don't feel like I have to hold back with her. She had exaggerated the ‘delicate health’ excuse, unless her mother being generally contemptuous of men qualified. ‘I continue to say we do it right here, among the mutual friends we have in the embassy, local, and expatriate community,’ she countered. ‘My mother’s a recluse in the mountains. I’ve told you that. It isn’t just that her condition is . . . unstable. I don’t know how we could even scrape two witnesses together in Virginia. You’ve never been there, and I haven’t been there in years..