Alexis was overwhelmed, it seemed each room we walked into took her breath away. The pool, spa and backyard fire pit took her over the edge. She turne...d and buried her face in my chest sobbing uncontrollably.“Geez, if you hate it that bad, I won’t buy it.” I laughed.She squeezed me tighter, then lifted her head to mine, tears running down her cheeks.“It’s absolutely amazing, I can’t even imagine living here.” she whispered.“Well get used to it baby, this is your new home.” I answered, kissing. We bought this nice home about a year after getting married straight out of college. We live in the country. The house is secluded and sites back behind trees on forty acres. We have five bedrooms and a guest house. I guess you could say we got our dream home early in our marriage. About several months ago we attended this live stock auction in town. Molly wanted to have horses and we had a barn and plenty of fenced land for several horses. We bought four horses in about as many weeks and soon. Honestly, Paul is the only man I make love to and I am the only woman he makes love to. Anyone else is “sport sex”. At least that is what we determined in private between each other. The communication between us has never been better, or more essential. Randy, my yard boy had started dating a nice girl his own age and tendered his resignation as my lover saying “ I can't continue our relationship while I am dating my girl”. My answer may have been a little blunt, but it was honest,”Randy we. I am consumed with guilt at the deplorable baseness of my body. Frantically I squeeze my muscles tightly shut as Grant once more thrusts his shaft deep into my nether regions and his pubic hair slaps into my ejaculant dampened clitoris. But it is to no avail; even as Grant’s throbbing cockhead pushes against my cervix and even before he begins to press his way back down my wildly pulsing flesh, I feel the liquid pressure building on my urinary sphincter. There is no lovingly parted mouth this.