Eventually I couldn’t hold out, I buried my shaft in mywife’s pussy and shot a heavy load deep into her pussy.The whole event had really t...urned me on. We cleaned upand went in to bed. Not a word was spoken about what hadhappened, perhaps she didn’t really know what we weredoing or she was just worried about us. Who knows? The next day, the kids went down for a nap and my wifeannounced that her and I were going to go skinny dippingin the natural hot springs that are right down. " I explained to him.He did the rest of me quickly but then I turned over to look at him, he was sweating. Maybe it was because of the fact that it felt like it was over 100 degrees or maybe it was because he was excited. " My front too." I said to him with a grin enjoying how his hands felt running up and down my legs. I spread them slightly as he did it in between. If he felt the wetness, he didn't act like he did. He did my stomach and then I ripped off my silly excuse for a bikini top. His. Four months later Susan was divorced and moving back home. Her old bedroom was still the same as before and she moved in with her baby. Susan and I had always gotten along very well, much to the surprise of most, and it was like she'd never left. Well, that's not quite true.By this time she'd become the slender sexy looking woman I'd remembered only now with much larger breasts. I knew she must be nursing her baby because I never saw any baby bottles around. My mind remembered all the times I'd. If I actually dragged Tim to counseling or something, they'd probably ask the same thing. So, I guess the answer is yes. I do like sex. Or, at least, I think I do. Or would. I can't believe I'm saying this,...” she trailed off.“I'm not sure I understand. Are you saying you think you should like sex, but you're not sure if you do?”Sarah's phone rang. “It's Tim,” she said.Finished with dinner, I excused myself to give her privacy to talk. She was just hanging up when I came back to the.