"She wasn't young any more, that was true. Neither was she old. Her body still had the hourglass figure of her girl hood - if perhaps not quite so thi.... Her breasts were no longer pert and had lost some of their firmness, but they were still full and her nipples were well formed. Running her hands over her stomach, she acknowledged that the hard flat belly of her youth was a thing of the past, but she honestly couldn't say that she was flabby. The dark patch of curls at the top of her thighs. Hot breath surrounds the glans, and again the lips close around the rim of from my pulsating cock head. His tongue dances across the velvety pink flesh for a moment before the lips, slide across the tip once again pressing the tip into my cock tube, only stopping to nibble for a moment at the pink top again. Oh another finger teases inside as I leak more and his hot breath bathes my glans again. The heated air descends a few inches down, enveloping my cock shaft. He’s not really touching me,. My wife had willing sacrificed herself sexually to benefit my career. She was much more of a wife than I had ever imagined her to be. Finally I felt lust. I wanted to fuck her so badly that I could hardly stand it. She had inadvertently fulfilled all of my fantasies in just a few moments.For years I had fantasized about my wife fucking other men, especially some of my bosses. I had fantasized about her fucking lots of men, such as during an orgy where she was the center of attention. I had even. ” I smiled back at her, saying, “I love you Shelley.” I knew in my heart that I did love her but that this was just a fling, not something that would last forever physically, but only as a memory of a wonderful place and time. When we would leave Paris I would return to my wife and Shelley would return to Long Island. There would always be the memory clouded by the “je ne sais quoi” from this time together. She and I had sex earlier in the shower when she first arrived and her virginity was.