Even with the side doors of the van open, it was sweltering. Neither of us wanted to move. We talked about everything, from her first time to our resp...ective train wreck marriages. Nothing was off limits. Nothing too personal. I told her things about me no one knew and I found out things she never admitted to anyone. It was wonderful, not having to hold back with someone. Some time after we had been sitting there, I noticed her throat inches from my mouth. I began to watch the muscles move as. That was the effect I had on other men. I could walk into a room, pick the man I wanted, smile and he would follow me outside. The fact that he didn’t want me made me want him so much more. Back at the beginning I was a naive, young 18 year old. A virgin at 18 doesn’t sound like the sort of life a sexual temptress like me once led does it. The truth was, I was terrified of sex. Afraid I would get it wrong; afraid I would look ridiculous, afraid I would still be a virgin at the age of 40! Yet. I trudged in, only half remembering an invitation to an early dinner party to which my wife had accepted an invitation.I walked into my house, ready to drop into a chair and have a cold drink. Turning the corner from the front door into the living room, there was my wife, Valerie. She was 5' 6" tall, 125 pounds and 34A-28-36. She was wearing a stunning new outfit: a then-current fashion white halter-top dress, white hosiery and white three-inch high heels. She had foot surgery just three months. I also sensed her playing with herself moving around frantically on the chair she was sitting on.I wanted to jack off for her so bad, but still wasn't sure of the situation. I decided to go into her restroom and bring myself to a full erection. When I got into her bathroom, I noticed a white pair of her panties on the floor. I undid my pants, and pulled my cock out then I grabbed them and put them up to my face... I could smell the musky scent of her pussy on them as I started to jacked myself.