He is a very good lover and a very nice guy. Also, I feel sorry for him. About three days a week, we have a quick dinner together and then we go to my... apartment. He usually leaves by nine to go home to his wife. If you would be interested, I could call you tomorrow evening after he leaves, then you can come over to see me.’ This astounded Eric to think she feels so sorry for this older guy to give him sex three times a week. This beautiful girl who could get most any handsome guy she wanted.. 'Well, no harm done,' I concluded, and I slipped down to the still darkkitchen to make myself some tea.I sat in the conservatory watching the weak winter sunlight slide lazilyalong below the horizon before reluctantly peeping through the hedgerows.The dark of the winter morning gave me half an hour of silent peacebefore I finally detected Sian's soft footfall. I turned to find herinevitably dressed to go and check the horses."You're up early," she whispered so as not to break the mood."Well the. As I felt his huge tool driving into me, images and semi-coherent thoughts about my seduction and the man responsible flashed through my head. In reality, Peter hadn’t had to try very hard. I’d been like a bitch on heat. I’d encouraged him in every way possible, with my husband, Jason, never very far away, watching me with an air of puzzlement – though not, I noted with satisfaction, any sign of anger or resentment!At no point during the party had Jason tried to interfere. He had. She started breathing heavier, but tried holding her breath to stay quiet. She looked back at me and whispered. I didn't hear her so I leaned in and she said "Do you want to feel how wet I am?" and smiled. I slid my hand under her ass and slid my finger inside her wet pussy. She twitched as I penetrated her, she was soaked. I held my finger inside her, and she made small movement as she rubbed her clit very hard. I started to finger her slowly. A little harder, then a little deeper. She.