There was no need for relationship drama or anything and it seemed that as long as she took her birth control, it was basically no strings attached se.... She felt like her life was getting back into some kind of order. Her routine consisted of taking care of her children and working. Of course there were the episodes several times a week. She had thought about telling someone about the episodes on a few occasions, but each time she decided against it. It was her secret and on top of that, she. Hands stroking, caressing, bringing each other to the brink of sexual release. She needed him, wanted him buried deep inside her, she brought her hands to his face, cradling it in her fingertips, stroking his cheek, she started to ask with her lips but he saw her desire in her eyes and he placed a finger to her mouth, he knew without words what she was asking. He raised himself up, pulling her with him. She knew what he wanted of her, it would be her ultimate surrender to him. He didn’t offer. Mark was a guy. With a penis…an erect penis…in her bed.Her breathing started to get louder, and she knew there was not much hope of her getting back to sleep now. She considered waking Mark up, but decided that would only succeed in embarrassing him. Besides, he was a freakishly deep sleeper; she probably couldn't wake him even if she tried. The guy could easily sleep through a nuclear explosion.Turning back she took a glance over her shoulder, and then lay back down still blushing. Yep the. We made small talk as they worked on my car. I found myself checking out their chiseled bodies. My husband has kinda developed that middle age pouch. I have never looked at another man like I was looking at these guys. I could feel a tingle in my crotch as I admired their hard bodies. They were works of art. I noticed they kept looking at me, making quiet comments to each other. I was starting to grow a little uncomfortable, not knowing what they were saying. The one guy I'll call “A” finally.