..Another frustrating week passed by; some casual flirting at work nearly led to a back seat session in the police van but a call interrupted that. Y...u had decided a long time ago that any sex was better than no sex, and if it meant cheating on your husband then so be it. You rationalised it by blaming him for being so shit in bed. You once joked with a close friend over drinks that you were so desperate you'd, "Fuck a tramp up a back alley if you didn't get some soon." The likelihood of. This was going to bad.Friday arrived, and so did Tommy; Margret had bought another new dress, buttoned up the front, its neckline was low and her large breasts were very much on display. Nearly fifty years of marriage and she is dressed for a date with another man.We all sat on the sofa, but I may as well not been there. Tommy couldn’t keep his eyes off Margret’s cleavage, at first she just preened herself at the attention, then, she finally commented on it.“If you hadn’t two-timed me with. She was dripping with perspiration as she did her time on the treadmill. The black spandex that she wore was pulled tightly over what appeared to be a flawless body. The sweat was beginning to show up as wet patches in places and I tried to concentrate on my lifting but could not ignore the tingling that I felt in my crotch when I looked again though, she was gone after and I finished the workout, I walked out of the main gym floor and bumped into this beauty. She was magnificent! Standing. As we kissed, he trailed a lovely but firm finger along and up my slit. “Fuck,” I gasped.“You want to fuck?” he said. I nodded, biting my lower lip.“Atta girl,” he said. Oh, happiness. Pulses of happiness. Praise me. Fuck me. Months of resentment and hurt feelings melted away. I tore off my shirt—naked now but glasses and ring. Mike pulled off his shirt. Too slow. I tussled off his jeans and yanked at his underwear. Out popped his cock.Oh. Wow. His cock. So wonderful. Tall, and thick, and.