Her dress was homespun and thread worn, the color of mud. For all of her haggard looks, she was clean and smelled like a spring field freshly cut afte... a rain. She seemed powerless and old, worn from years of strife and toil, until you looked into her eyes. There was strength there, and power as well.She moved with purpose to the bed and sat on its edge and began to examine Mann. She checked his pulse, held a mirror to his nose, and opened his eyelids and looked deeply into his eyes. She leaned. “Squeeze it firmly and pump it slowly” I commandedShe willingly complied, and I watched in awe as she increased her grip, both hands working up and down the shaft doing her best to stroke my cock and give me pleasure, looking into my eyes for approval. The sensation was intense, the waves of pleasure from watching and feeling her hands, softly but firmly working on my cock building powerfully.“Kiss the tip”, I commanded again. She looked aghast, but marshalling all her willpower, lowered her. ..", I moan louder "...and I've done asbest I can"She held my hand and brought it to her jeans, I can feel something inthere."Get my cock out baby"I opened her jeans and pulled out a flesh coloured dildo, it was about 7inches long and rather thick looking: she was wearing a strapon."Stroke me" I grabbed hold of it and started to pull on her "cock", I wasamazed she'd gone this far for me."Oooh!" I moaned, taken by surprise as she forced a third finger into me."Mmm you're good at that bitch, now. More about the "special occasions" later too For now I guess I should start with who we are and our sex life at this timeJulia as you might have guessed is my beloved wife. She's in her late forties but very hot forties at that. She's a tall brunette, a bit taller than me, about 5.ft 9", slim fit body with an elegant ass and fine legs. Outwards she appears very proper in all the ways she dresses, she acts or speaks. Polite, pleasant and adorable Julia. Then there are the others....The horny.