But now she could indulge without any pangs of guilt, and had, to her heart's content.Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon, marred only by her ...emories, nagging recollections of how she had given herself to Mark beneath the elm tree on her father's ranch, and what had happened after that with three other males that she should never have had to come close to, who had taken advantage of her weakness. And thoughts of that had made her feel unworthy on her wedding day.Now, it seemed that two. The wheelchair easily fitted in the back but I seemed horribly out of breath for what little physical work I had done, I composed myself and climbed in."Home James...," said Audrey in a mock posh accent we both laughed out loud when we saw how much I had to pay for parking."Your specialized Taxis can't be cheap either?" I asked suddenly realizing Audrey's skirt was pulled right up exposing all of her skinny thighs and she was making no attempt to protect her modesty, all I had to do was lean. Her body began to tremble hard as I pushed one of my fingers into her swollen pussy. I said to her, “Tell me how you want Alex to fuck you!” Seconds later my wife cried out, “Yes!” “Yes what!” I said back to her. She no longer could take it as she cried out, “I want him to fuck me! Oh god! Oh god!” I rammed a second finger up into her wet pussy as she began to cry out into orgasm seconds later. When she was done cumming I showed her how wet my two fingers were as she admitted that Alex had. In the fall she was still in a relationship with her boyfriend from high school. He was a burnout playing in a band who had no interest in college. And she would have been fine with that if he had talent or ambition. But mostly he just fucked around with his friends, didn’t book gigs, and made money delivering pizza. She started opening up to me on our drives and it was obvious she wasn’t happy.She finally ended things with him over the winter break. She was a little sad. He’d been her first.