II feared he was leaving me! Joy..relief...despair ...I wanted him back in me, to be part of him....then he advanced again this time with vigour....al... this in less than second.He slowly, firmly yet gently fucked me.My breath moaned out with each thrust. His eyes shut in concentration, I knew this would not be a long fuck as I felt him swell inside me.A moan from my left.I had forgotten her. Normally she wasn't someone you would forget easily. But it was her man I craved now.I heard a soft. There she was on her bed half sitting and half laying on her back, stabbing at her beautiful pussy with a rather large dildo! She was clutching the sheets with her free hand and moaning each time she drove the dildo deep into her. She was in the perfect position for me to see her hot body as well as her beautiful face as she moaned and showed her obvious pleasure. Her face alone would have told me everything I had imagined, but fortunately I didn't have to be satisfied with her beautiful. He’s tall, slim and handsome with short greying hair and he’s about 40 and married with a 6 year old daughter. I’m Chloe, single and I’m 25. I’m a ‘fuller figured girl’ (34d-26-34) and look a bit like the singer Charlotte Church. Just like Charlotte I like to ‘party’ (drinking, smoking and fucking) in a way that my mum and a lot of people at work would probably disapprove of! Paul is the UK Sales Manager and I’m the Head of Marketing for a clothing company based in Manchester. Because our job. At least here it can be anonymous. But if I hold it in any longer, I feel I might explode. Call it cheap therapy or something but I’m hoping putting this out into the universe will get it off my shoulders.*It was a typical Sunday afternoon. My wife, Annie, was busy doing some online shopping in the living room so I headed up to the finished attic to watch a quick movie. Sundays are nice for us because we tend to spend all day Saturday together, and Sundays give us that much-needed alone time..