One man was speaking into his phone, “Right out front. Yeah, out in the parking lot. Get out here.”You followed me out of the car and took your pa...ts off entirely, then you stripped me of my top and skirt. You leaned down and took each round boob into your mouth in turn, ending in a love bite on each one, then turned me toward the car and bent me over. You rubbed your hand none too gently on my pussy to make sure it was still wet. I felt a great slap on my ass and you were inside me just as. I was so nervous and was so gentle. As out marriage progressed and we learned I could not get pregnant. Soon after, our sex life petered out After all, lust could not overcome science. I grew distant, withdrawn. We both wanted a family and it was not possible. Not possible because of me. Terry was patient. Tender and always there for me. That is when it started, my reluctance to have sex of any kind. I mean not even a hand job for my poor husband. I was consumed by my own failure. I could. Out of place, but it was nice. Not nice in the normal, polite, neat & tidy way you dress for relatives you never see on Christmas day, fain by the vanilla of ‘real life'. But rather, the way you used to feel when you were fifteen, sneaking out to fuck your boyfriend for the first time, whose name you can’t really stand to hear even now, but still you enjoy remembrance in some sort of smut ridden romantic sadism. And if you close your eyes and breathe deep long enough, you can almost remember. I quickly shower and put on some sexy underwear and stat to play around with the hubby, after about five minuets there's the oh so hoped for knock on the do and hubby answers and in walk what I can only describe as one of the best fuck's of my life. My hubby tells him to help himself and sit down on the dressing table to watch. He comes over to me and we start kissing and I waist no time in groping his cock through his clothes, I can feel him getting hard and oh my god is he big. I pull down.