When we were first married, I avoided any suggestion of using the ‘back door’, assuming that she would find it unpleasant. One night, she asked me... straight out why I hadn’t asked for that, so I told her that I had assumed she wouldn’t like it. She just shrugged and said ‘Oh’. The next night when I came to bed, I found her on her knees in the middle of our bed, completely naked, head down on a pillow and her lovely bottom well up in the air. As I was caressing her lovely curves, she simply said,. Cindy and her Dan used to live here. It belongs to the corporation. They told me I could paint it any color I wanted, but honestly, the paint is fresh and Susan’s mom did a great job of offering Cindy some great choices of colors.Furniture? I couldn’t bear to bring the furnishings from Mom and Dad’s house here, except for a dresser that Mom had been given from her own grandmother. And Dad’s sofa. The rest of the old house’s furnishings went to a local charity. Alan had 3Sigma foot the bill to. She watching me like that and her hand moving on my cock vigorously made me the horniest that I have ever been in my life till date! She did it like she meant it!Meanwhile I was in sync with her speed with my finger moving in and out her pussy and I was occasionally pressing both the pussy lips hard together like a fist making her lose it and choking my dick even harder.At one point she let go off my cock pulled back my boxers. I didn’t know why and looked at her with a puzzled look. She gave. Reaching near her, I asked,“What were you doing with that boy in the bus?”“No any nothing”“I saw everything don’t try to hide” I shouted back.Her eyes filled with tears and she leaned on my chest. I felt her warm tears flowing down my chest.“I was helpless,” she continued, “what can I do? I am a woman. I have desires. It has been long 3 years since your dad and I had sex. He found pleasure on some street prostitutes and gays”. (Her tears flew down like a river.)Seeing her tears, my anger cooled.