I had noticed once before even beyond the casual flirt that she sneakishly had pushed that big ass into me as I reached around her to grab my beer fro... the counter at a cookout we were having. Oh you just don't know, I murmured to myself. Flash ahead for times sake, I had run into her months after the break up with her daughter in a grocery store. We casually spoke and exchanged some small talk. I joked with her about how well she cooked and what she would be cooking later. "Nothing special". "I'm Doctor Price. I'd like a few words with you in private about your husband." There isn't anybody here that can't hear it. They'll know as soon as I tell them anyway."He nodded."Your husband has had a heart attack which did not cause extensive damage. The prompt treatment he received helped ameliorate the situation. However, two arteries are almost completely occluded and we have to address that immediately."We discussed treatment options with him, but he did not seem inclined to make a. " She was obviously flattered and even struck a bit of a pose when I said it.Hey, I'm young, virile, hung and just cocky/stupid/crazy enough to think I had a shot. "I'm serious. A bunch of borderline anorexic blonds? Or a gorgeous woman who I wouldn't have pegged a day over thirty? No contest." She blushed, I pressed, "If you were single, I'd do you in a heartbeat." She looked at me and said, deadpan, "What if it didn't matter that I was married?" Swing for the fences, "I last considerably. It's quiet at night in this rich suburban neighborhood, his house is two stories but it has a pool and a sprawling backyard. He answers the door in a robe, he says he just got out of the shower, but I know he just wants to have less clothes to take off before he fucks me. "I love your outfit" he says, leading me to his bedroom with his hand on my exposed lower back. His hands were rough on my skin. He's a businessman, but his hands are tough and masculine. On the way to his room we.