“I can’t do this! I’m married!”.I broke from his grip and swam backwards the shallow end.“I could feel your dick rub against me. How big is ...t?” I asked“Eleven inches when I’m hard.” And I felt my pussy tremble.“Are you serious?” I gasped in surprise.“Go ahead and feel it.” He said guiding my hand down as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his cock.“Oh my… It’s really fucking huge!” I gasped looking into his eyes.“You are more than twice the size of my husband.” I confessed still sliding. I spread your legs wider and I can see a wet patch on your panties. I kiss the edge of your panties, you breathe heavily in anticipation.I press your legs together and you lift your butt for me as I pull your panties off. I take them to my mouth, licking the wet patch before laying them to the side. I love how you taste. My firm hands start stroking your thighs, and you shiver as I move in towards your now soaking wet pussy. One hand finds your pussy, gently touching your lips. The other hand. She pulled off my sports bra that I wear as a shirt during my runs, and she started working her way down my body, she got to my shorts and pulled them down and off. Then she open mouth kissed my pussy and stuck out her tongue to lick my lips. I squirmed and she spread my lips and plunged her tongue into my pussy, she darted her tongue in and out of it over and over until I was moaning her name, close to orgasming. Suddenly she stopped and stood up, pulling off her shorts and thong she sat back. She liked that exhibitionist stuff. He used to go along with it. As they got older, he discouraged her exhibitionism.He watched her as she crawled across the queen-sized bed. She smiled seductively at him as she shimmed out of her shorts and panties. She was a little overweight but still an attractive woman. In the weeks since they flew back from the funeral she seemed more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want to fuck more.“I’d better pulled the drape,” he said as he kissed the back of her.