She always looked classy. She had a curvaceous body with ‘B’ cup breasts and fantastic legs; when she went out they were always enhanced by high ...eels. I know that she was a 34B because I got to know her bras intimately on the numerous occasions that I rummaged through her linen basket and undies drawer. I was alwys please to see what she was wearing. Pne night I was round there, the k**s were in bed and her husband Mark had gone out to put petrol in the car. He was picking her up on the. After taking s sip of a whiskey sour my favourite tipple a well dressed young man in a dinner suit came on stage, picked up the microphone from its stand and started his spiel “Good Evening Ladies and Gents. Maxims, presents a fine evening of entertainment and fun so let me not keep you in suspense by introducing your favourite young performer the highly talented Our own Sarah Howard.” Three spotlights now centred on a female form that walked on stage and of course it was my then young wife. I'm grunting, gasping, oblivious to everything but my daughter's body and the sex pleasure swelling from my penis into my hips and belly. I edge, holding back, straining, trembling with exquisite sex pleasure on the very the brink of orgasm. The pleasure fades, my shaft feels ready to snap! To the brink again – then back! “Linda! Want you!” I glance at that picture again. In my mind I see those bare legs spread wide, that short skirt flying up, those tight white knickers, that bulging mound,. Again, she started playing with my spent balls. She leaned down and kissed, licked, and sucked them. Then she raised up and straddled me again. Why was she doing this? It made no sense. We had just fucked?!She pulled her panties to the side and slid right down on my cock again. It had no trouble going in. Immediately she started slamming down on it as hard as she had before. I thought I would last longer this time, this being the third time I would be cumming in the last few hours. But after.