“We have two wonderful children and I wouldn’t do anything to change that. But my husband is, let’s say, rather traditional. I like having my as... played with but my husband refuses to touch me there. He won’t even put his finger in. He says it’s dirty.”Joyce paused and gave me a long hard stare, assessing whether I’d been freaked out by this revelation. When I continued my attempt at inscrutability, she continued.“Claire’s a wonderful girl, so discreet don’t you think?”No! She told everyone. I reached back between my legs and helped guide him to what he wanted. I pushed the head right up against my waiting pussy. He didn't waste any time, grabbing me by my hips and going all in. I yelled out as he shoved himself in! "Oooooohhhhh!". He held it in me so I could feel him. I was guessing about 8* with nice thickness. He pulled about half-way out and then slammed back in. He began repeating that. Bam! Bam! Bam! He pounded my hole open wide. This is what I had wanted.But he had plenty of. Suddenly I go “ohhhhhhhhh” long and loud as I leak a stream of pre-cum into my underpants, which instantly soaks through to my wank-trousers, the glistening cum welling up through the absorbent material and soaking back in. “You’re going to make me spunk my pants Miss”, I croak, and She replies “carry on!”Then my head jerks forward and I yelp as knobby pumps the first big gob of spunk through the front of my trousers, and I’m convulsing in time to the shots of spunk, giving pervy little cries. "I don't know what to say," I finally said."I'll OK it with Sam and then Gwen and then you say 'yes Emma, now drop 'em and spread 'em'," She said with a wink.I have to admit I was flabbergasted, for one thing I didn't entirely believe Emma (who would) and I doubted Gwen would be keen either. Yes, she was lovely, but I really didn't want to lose what I had just regained."We'll see," I said at last, which was my way of saying politely, not a chance.Emma just nodded and we sat quietly on our packs.