" Yes, and I'm one of them.Once I had taken several dozen pictures of her at different angles and with her slowly removing her clothes,"Are you marrie...?" Yes, I've been married for 32 years." To the same man?" Oh, yes, we've had a good marriage. We have both had sex with other people and we talk about it with each other. He likes to hear about mine and I like to hear about his." So he's okay with you taking other lovers?" Of course. He has sex almost every day with one of the women from his. The guy moaned and gyrated in front of me and I sawhis cock begin to twitch as he slowed down hisstroking. I told him to cum on me. After being toldthat he roared and started spewing rope after rope ofmangoo onto my chest, the jacket, my own raging hardonand the shredded pants. This shot me over the edge andI exploded all over myself. I shot 4 large loads ofcum up and onto the jacket and my cock and I lay backallowing my still twitching cock to rest agains my cumcovered flat stomach.As I. We kissed as the warm water fell all over us. We pushed our bodies against each other. My dick was growing again. I lathered up my hands with soap and began to rub and clean her body all over. I told her to just stand there and enjoy my massage and cleaning talents. I rubbed all over her body. I paid special attention to her breasts because I love tits! They were beautiful. Round. Her nipples were perfect. I just rubbed them with soapy fingers. I moved around behind her and continued. She had been widowed, remarried and then, like me, was divorced. Unlike me, however, she had kids: a stepdaughter of twenty nine (the daughter of her first husband) and a son just turned twenty one. They were both out on their own, and in other parts of the country, so it didn't matter much to me. Wendy worked as an assistant to a local legislator on the state level.For some reason, being around Wendy (she called me to go for a drink the next week after the barbecue and we started dating each.