My name is Andrew and I have been married to Katie fora little over 8 years. I am 29 and she is 26. From whatshe has told me she has been sexually act...ve or atleast sexually aware since she was 3 years old when shecaught her mother masturbating and decided to try itfor herself. No, her and her mom have never had thatkind of relationship, though I have often fantasizedabout it and know full well her mom and step-dad areswingers. So I guess that possibility is still open ifI’m lucky.We met. She threw back her headin laughter, and at the same time, increased the pace. Her large ballsslapped his heart shaped ass again and again, making him moan.They fell into a rhythm as old as time itself, and in a few seconds, hestared into her face as her body began to tremble. Her cock explodedinside of him and he could feel several warm shots fill his body againand again. He moaned, loving the feeling of it.She was still up to her balls in his pussy five minutes later when hefinally said, "That. Back here," taking my fingers in her hand and pushing it against her wrinkled flower. "I've felt your fingers in my ass and now I want to feel this," she told me as her other hand squeezed the hardness between my legs. "I want you to be the first to fuck me in my ass." "Are you positive you're ready for that, Whitney?" "I'm more ready now than ever and I really want to know how it feels. I know you'll take your time and stop if I ask you to. If I'm with a guy my age...well, I'm not so sure." I. During this siege of unhappiness, our bright spot was Polly. She'd fallen desperately in love with a man. We hadn't met him yet, but she said he was magnificent, very intelligent, well educated and successful in business. His name was Eric Winston.His only negative, from what she told me, was that he was thirty-two, twelve years older than she was. As Polly pointed out, George was fifteen years my senior so I couldn't complain about the age difference. Polly gushed about him, revealing a depth.