We kissed and over a cup of coffee we chatted about this and that for sometime. After a while Carl said we should go upstairs for a while to celebrate...our reunion. But I'm married now I reminded him, he said my husband would never know, I was tempted but no I said, I loved my husband. The atmosphere got a little colder, Carl mentioned all the naughty pictures he still had of me, and how my husband would love to see them. I pleaded but in the end I gave in and went upstairs with him. It was like. CollaboratorconspiratorI will always hearher little swallowedyelpof "Ohh!"when I came on her fingers.Glistening.And sometimes when I think about it that first time went further.She took me in her mouthshe moaned for meshe articulated:told me how much she wanted itmy cockthe sexall of it.Did we talk about it? Eventually.It went for almost three years, we had to talk about it.But I don't remember the first time.What we said.Except telling her that she didn't have toand she couldn't tellbut she. You know, Robert, I can feel the circulation coming back. I have never had a massage by a man before. Do they do it differently? “Well, Dora, I am of the school that believes in giving ladies a really deep penetrating work out. You know, reviving the places that don’t get the attention they should do…now are you happy for me to do that for you?“Um, Robert, do your best.’ As I gently continued she lifted her arse to ensure my fingers had access to her anus and very hairy cunt.Slowly rimming her. It is difficult to remember all the details, it was such a blur, but with his instruction and encouragement. I ran my tongue up and down every inch of his cock and around his big cock’s head. I loved it and didn’t stop until I felt his hand tilt my head back as he began to stroke himself. His big, hairy cock looking huge as his fist pumped quickly on his shaft, then, without warning, the first spurt of cum splashed across my face, then another and another. I could taste it. A strange, odd.