I kept my head down, the tears continuing to fall. My marriage is over. I just lost the love of my life. I shouldn’t have told him.Regret overcame m...e as I tried calling my husband. Four bells, then voicemail. His sweet voice told me to leave a message. I did. I called him six more times. Over and over again. I facetimed him. No answer. I texted him. 30, 40, 50 texts. Maybe more. Who knows? No answer. Nothing. Zero. Fuck, I hope he’s not gone to confront his friends. He’s too angry right now.. He wasnt a large man and he was soft. As I leaned in to take him I caught the scent of a woman on his breath. I kissed him to taste her. He was so shocked at being kissed by another man that he didnt even struggle. Bourbon and sex. Interesting, but not what I was after. As my lips left his I turned him so his back was against me and covered his mouth with my hand. I sank my fangs into his throat. He struggled ineffectually for a few minutes as I drew what I needed from him. My eyes grew wide. “Oh fuck Luke, that feels so good.”Luke then kissed the insides of her thighs. Gentle butterfly kisses, left thigh, right thigh, so very close to her vulva. She arched her legs and bent her knees pressing down on the mattress. She raised herself up and now he had an uninterrupted view of her vagina and anus. He resumed kissing her thighs. He could hear her moaning, but was not looking at her face. He did something he had never done before and kissed someone else’s anus. Andrea shivered and. I corresponded with a few men before selecting the one. He said his name was Ben but that he would like me to call him grandpa if we met. He was 73 years old and I was 38. Ben was a large man, with quite a sizeable belly. His face was wrinkled but his eyes twinkled with naughty thoughts. We agreed to meet and he came to my place. We sat on the couch and had a glass of wine but he was immediately touching me. It wasn't long before he asked if I really wanted to go ahead with this. I.