"Okay, I have run on a bit," he said. "Remember what I said and have a good week. Enjoy lunch." I sent a text to Jane while walking out of the office ...o my car. 'just left. on my way to pick up your suit' I'd only put the keys in the ignition when the phone vibrated in my hand. A picture text: Jane naked in front of our long, bedroom mirror. That brought a smile to my face and, to be honest, the beginnings of a hard on.Jane and I have been married for twenty-six years. I was seventeen when we. She was about my age, a bit over fifty perhaps, with short black hair, elegant, and with warm smiling eyes. "Can I ask you for a dance?" I asked, even though we were already doing so. "Oh I don't know how to dance this kind of music". "That's OK, I don't either". We smiled and she allowed me to take her hand as I pulled her waist against mine. Then my cock sprung into action again, and I couldn't hide it as my groin pressed against hers. "Ooooh la la!", she exclaimed, with that wonderful French. " Thank you, Sir." I blush, pressing my face into your shoulder. Suddenly you start moving again, slowly fucking me. I moan quietly."I need to cum, too," you remind me."Yes, of course, Sir."You fuck me like that for a moment, but then you stop and start to guide me into a new position. I'm still wearing my dress, but it's been mostly unbuttoned so my tits are fully out."I want to fuck you from behind. Go through the front seats, put one hand on each seat and put your legs on the floor behind. I smiled and said well that is the kind of stuff I will expect from you for the money do we have a deal and she said hell yes so I wrote her a check and she looked at it and said wait this is for all of the money I thought it was for and I stopped her and said you come over when I want you or when you want and do the stuff we did today and we will have fun and the money is yours. Now I might want to do other things also, but we will see how all of this goes and she smiled and said no problem..