“Darling,” he whispered when their lips parted, “you are the finest wife in the whole damned world.” Looking deeply into her eyes, he tried to... convey his love. Then he said, “This morning in church I thanked God for bringing you to me. Barbara Jensen Sloan, you have made me the happiest man in the whole world.”“Wow!” Barb exclaimed. “What brought that on? It’s not even our anniversary.”Then she sobered and said, “What a coincidence. I thanked God for giving me the best damned husband in the. It was happening and my cock felt so damned good. This was fucking. This was fine. I jammed all I had into that ass and pounded her. Pounding and pounding as the butt plug made me even hornier. I loved fucking almost anything, and this ass was fine. She was taking it like a champ. She had done this before. I was loving it and so was she. My hands were holding her waist to keep her steady and there for my prick. I could barely reach around and also pinch that clit. She squealed, from the fucking. Because of insurance regulations, I couldn't operate any of the heavy equipment like dozers and graders and things until my eighteenth birthday. So I helped around the office after school and washed the equipment when it needed it. But what I wanted was to operate the heavy equipment!Mom did okay with this third marriage—like they say if you kiss enough toads, you'll find your prince! And heaven knows Mom had gone through the swamp to find Michael!For the next ten years, we were a "normal". He smiled at me, nodded his head, then took a swig of his beer. What the fuck!? Did he just give me the 'go ahead' signal to bang this guy? Fuck it, I guess I'll find out the hard way if I misread his signal or not. I'd seen the size of Will's impressive cock, and I didn't want to miss this opportunity. "Why don't we forget about the dancing, since I know that's not what you really had in mind?" I purred to him. I wasn't feeling shy or surprised anymore, I was primed for sex and more than ready.