"Come on Helmut, you can do it!" I yelled,"Finish him off, Hans!" urged Gerda.We were in the gymnasium, shouting encouragement to our respectiveboyfri...nds as they duelled.Clad in protective fencing gear they were going full out at each otherwith no quarter asked and none given. I wasn't familiar with theintricacies of scoring in fencing, but I could tell Helmut was losing.Sure enough, eventually he yielded, they bowed to each other, then tookoff their fencing masks."A good bout," said Helmut,. .”I reached behind me and grasped his rigid pole…But I then found out it was not my husband´s dick…I turned around slowly, to come face to face with a very handsome man in his middle forties.He said his name was Matt and added my body was gorgeous…Before I could say anything, I heard Victor calling me.I poked my head out of the side of the shower curtain and yelled that everything was fine there.Matt was still finger fucking me as I tried to sound normal to Victor.I thrust my pussy hard into. .. to my own lust. It was the burning of my soul that started it - the passion that a middle-aged woman experiences so that every thought was hinged with sex. I could be making supper, perhaps chopping large carrots, and I would think sex. The carrots becoming sexy orange phallus symbols to my hot passionate mind. I was becoming insatiable!My husband was less than empathetic. Our sex life had increased lately, from my own aggression, yet never more than once a week. I begged, I prostituted my. “I’ll be home promptly at 2 p.m. , in another ten minutes. I want you to have your clothes ready to go out tonight.” “But ma’am, isn’t my master coming over tonight? Won’t we miss him?” I was desperate, risking my behind, or worse, by pursuing this line of questioning when she made it clear by not answering my previous ones. I’d better shut up and play along with her. ‘The sub gains her pleasure by learning to please the master.’ I didn’t need a touchup to remember.