I would sleep with her one night; then sleep three nights with Kat. The first night with Kat would be one of recuperation, the second night I would fu...fill my manly duties with my first wife, and the third night would be a night of rest. Ella, to her credit, seemed to realize that there was only so much that I could take and controlled herself to a certain extent.To a third party it would look like I had the best of all worlds With Ella my nights were filled with unbridled passion and lust, and. She had, to use her own words, ‘prowled’ for the last time. A part of her mind still insisted that the incident with Dave and his middle aged, rednecked pals was the hottest sexual encounter that she could remember. But she suppressed that kind of knowledge or acknowledgement also. She simply set it aside and went into one of her periodic celibacy periods. (Is how she referred to them.) The result was almost always the same: her energy was put into work and making sure that the work was being. Oh you're so good finger my holes.Make mommy cum." She could no longer blow me. She was about ready to cum all over my fingers. She gave out a loud scream as she twisted and gyrated her hips. Left, then right. Up, then down. Finally she plopped her ass back on the bed. Her belly jerked as cum oozed out her pussy. "Ahhh! Thank you sweetheart. Now it's time for mommy to make you cum.Getting on top, I shoved my cock into her hot wet cunt. It's funny how it took me 9 months to get out of her pussy,. We were enjoying a day to ourselves. No k**s, no worries, just us. We needed a break, just some time together as a couple. I knew we'd be out most of the day so I packed a shoulder bag. I dressed very casually, no need to not be comfortable as we walked around the boardwalk for the day. We strolled about without speed or hurry, just enjoying the day and the alone time together. As we went from storefront to attraction to shop to museum, I would make a point of going to the bathroom. Each.