Imagine, retaining favorite memories like that for over fifty years!We've always had a great relationship, but unknown to him, I've been a married clo...et bisexual all of my adult life. Not that I get to practice bisexuality very often, but I would if I could. I've had only a few contacts with men. I probably just should have stayed single so I could pursue the life that I wanted, but alas, hindsight is 20-20, right?We are both on our third marriage and we have good relationships with our wives.. My hand moved down to start working on her exceptionally wet pussy. Despite her swollen belly, she arched her back to press her clit hard against my hand. Soon I just had to taste those juices firsthand, moving down between Jeri's legs. I parted her labia and dug right in, savoring the tangy taste. I reached around her elevated legs to work her tits with my hands. She seemed to want her clit stimulated really hard, grinding it into my face. I gave her clit more attention than most women. The zip of her dress was following her hand in perfect unison. She then started to slide it from her body. “This was not how it was supposed to be,” she started, “we were supposed to come in, and I was to drop my dress for him.” Her dress hit the floor the instant she said the words. I watched, dumbfounded, as she now stood there in a maroon red bra and g-string. She was wearing stockings held up by a maroon suspender belt. Everything matching. She looked a stunner and I felt my cock twitch. "You like that don't you whore?" she asked "Fuck yes" I answered back. Looking up at her, "Whip my fuckin' tits harder" I begged as she continued to beat them mercilessly. Soon she stopped and taking the teddy threw it at me, "Put this on for my blacks" she demanded. As I got up and put on the teddy, Carole went back to her bedroom and soon came back out wearing her own black lingerie. "When they're done with you they'll be mine" she said. She had me sit back down on the sofa to wait and not.