I'm a 46 year old woman with 3 teenage k**s so time alone at home is at a premium. I've been married 22 years, I'm 5.5 220 lbs, blond hair, Curvy/Thic... with very large tits. I had not had sex in over a year except with myself and my toy, which is where my story starts. I spend the morning just doing stuff around the house and garden enjoying the quiet, by the afternoon around 1 I was ready for a nap but decided to pull out my toy to relax me I went to the basement took off my tank top and jeans. Always to leave me with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to do it again soon.I'd have been content to live on those promises.But everything must progress. You asked if I wished to go to a party with you. I broke out the dress I'd saved and followed you into the night. You introduced me to some of the friends from your stories. Your buoyant introductions easing me into the gorgeous sextet. Some I'd known already. All were friendly.Some more than friendly.I let the girls play. I was there for. "I'm going to stay a minute Izzy," Samantha told her sister, "I need to talk to the professor for a sec," and then turning to me asked, "Is that ok sir?"Shorter than her sister by maybe two inches, Sam was still a tall girl at five-nine and as her long, curly, auburn hair billowed around her head in the breeze I was captivated by her beauty, a beauty that had snuck up on everyone, so that she now exuded a sexual aura as strong as her older sister. "So where in Boston did you find the magical. When we asked the waitress she said the wait for a cab was over an hour and Uber is not allowed here yet. So, I offered to drive her home.At first she didn't want me to but she had to work Sunday morning and said OK. It turns out she still rents the house we shared. On the drive I kept her talking about herself while I thought about how I might be able to fuck her.When we got there she said thanks and I grabbed her work stuff and carried it for her. She opened the door, I walked in and put.