The man who had once been able to drive her wild with passion every night now came home after working all day at the office, worked on his books for a...couple of hours and fell off to sleep as soon as he hit the sheets. Nothing Angela did could kindle a spark in him.Angela knew that she wasn't to blame for Mike's total lack of interest in sex. She was still just as beautiful and seductive as she had been twenty years ago. If anything, she had improved with age. Mike had chosen to devote himself. I could not believe my eyes as so much of it went inside her.I watched as her whole body stiffened again and she was moaning so loud. I watched as she stuffed the white plastic thing all the way up inside of her. I stood there watching and it made me shiver with my own excitement. I know now what she was feeling but at the time I didn't. I just knew that I wanted to feel whatever it was she felt. At the time I just knew it was wrong, I also knew that I wanted to feel like her. I don't know why. Women of that age are after young handsome well toned hunks, and that is not quite what I am, any more (if ever!). Nonetheless my wife decided I had been good and I should have a present.Early one afternoon she engaged with the lady in question at the beach bar and brought her to where I was sitting. She was very lovely indeed, such fine blond hair, such flawless skin. We chatted pleasantly and once relaxed my wife steered the conversation. She steered it to the subject of mature men being more. I now have my legs spread wide and my husband is slowly easing his fingers in and out of my now very wet pussy. My tongue begin to explore the tip of the strangers cock with minute movements I flick my tongue across the eye and although I did not think it possible his cock becomes even stiffer, his moans become louder. This prompts me to lean further out the window and slowly bring my tongue from the base of his member to the tip and back again. The Stanger’s cock begins to pulsate and he.