Then before Tuck could even respond, Trixie had spun around landed on top of him and mounted him. Her hand grasped Tuck’s swollen hard penis and she...smiled at him and uttered the first spoken words since they had entered his motel room.“Tuck, I am going to fuck your balls off!” Trixie declared.And at that her torso slid down onto him while her wet almost flaming hot pussy left Tuck’s erect penis smothered and covered. Trixie started a slow grind on him and then slowly picked up speed. Her. Is this something that you want to see happen? Do you want to see their huge cocks impaling your sweet wife’s tight pussy?”It was clear to me at that point that my little dick had been the problem in our lack of lovemaking. I had never heard her talk that way, and knew that she was very aroused, just thinking about taking those big cocks. We focused on sucking one another, better than we had in many years, and it only took us a few minutes to cum into one another’s mouths.After we had our. She was grateful for the opportunity to clean my house, as all her other jobs did not pay nearly as well.One day she commented on the fact that I was not playing golf on Mondays anymore. I made up a story that since my wife passed, I had lost interest in golf. The truth was I was becoming more enamored with her. Damn, I wanted to fuck her, but with my performance issues, I was much too afraid to give it a try.While cleaning one day she asked if her next visit could come on a Tuesday as she was. Scanning the paper a few weeks ago I saw an ad asking for a nude model. Being the somewhat shy type, I started to pass it over. That is, until I saw how much it paid. Three hundred bucks! One session for an hour and a half. Temptation found me in front of the vanity mirror seconds later (oh, the vanity). I stripped down and started gawking at myself. Well, yeah we guys do that pretty much every time we get out of the shower. But those performances are more like Arnold's Conan, not so much.