So we shagged tuesdays after her yoga class ( I suspected her personal trainer was a bit touchy feely,and put her in a horny mood),and Saturday night....o once a week I made a call to an agency and met a stranger for sex.Sex for money. And it was great at first.I had red heads, Orientals, blacks, everything I had previously fantasized about. Then after a few months, it got stale. So I had 2 girls together.That was fun.And expensive.But thanks to my late father, money wasn't a problem. Then I. You see, although we are not doing it any more often, it is lasting longer and longer. At night, sometimes he does not disengage, but we just lie there, cuddling. His penis is so long that it can stay in even when it is a bit soft, and we can still be comfortable lying in each others arms. Last night, I dozed off, afterwards, with it still in me. I woke up from this amazing dream - well you can guess what it was about, because he kneeling over me, really slowly and carefully fucking me with a. It was our little sex fantasy, but I was bringing it to reality by taking it to the final stage. I was going to be fucked by someone other than my husband.He knew Don from the past as they both worked in the same industry and where quite the rivals at one point. My husband was always the more successful and caring, whereas Don could be quite abrasive and bullish. Don had made passes at me in the past which I always rejected but when the fantasy grew stronger I thought that Don would be the. Any lifestyle I chose, I realized as I sat down in front of the TV. So far I'd been using my new wealth to satisfy small, immediate needs. I hadn't considered the long term consequences of the wealth I'd found myself with. Nor was I going to today, I resolved, hearing Bud and Harley laughing in my head at the thought."So, do us Santa Rosans root for the Giants?" I asked, nodding at the game. The San Francisco Giants were playing the Cincinnati Reds at Candlestick Park – excuse me AT&T Park, as.