We both had been scarred by years of neglectful marriage. Not that either of our spouses were bad. They were good people, but boring people. We had th...e same stories. We had been married for years but never had much of a sex life. Our spouses had been “too tired” on our wedding nights and there had never had much romance in marriage. Bills were met and houses bought but the marriages were contractual agreements not the romance that we both dreamed that we would have had. She had nearly given up. As we caressed each other, she had wormed her way out of most of her clothes and told me to take her on the couch we were using to watch my mother and her father from behind a one-way glass. In fact, I was so aroused I forgot that we didn't have protection, but fortunately when Jennifer told me to pull out I did, and I spurted on her tummy and breasts. She didn't seem to mind.Later that night I cuddled with my mother, and when she told me that she had had sex with Alan, I told her that I. ”“I didn’t, before this evening.”“Was he any good?”“Yeah, well, I mean the sex was okay and all, but getting him to fuck medidn’t turn out to be half the challenge I’d hoped it would be.”“Goddamn, Wen! The rest of us have so much trouble finding a good man,but you complain because it was too easy?”Wendy never understood why Kristen complained about not getting laidenough. She had long blonde hair, a slim figure, and just a. My jaw hit the ground, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Jace lay in between my legs, lips over my swollen cock as he blew me. I stammered, and tried to push him off, but the feeling was too intense. He looked up at me, grinning before crawling up to meet me. “What the hell are you doing?” I said, voice quivering. Jace gave me a devilish smile, saying that this was his way of paying me back. His lips crashed onto mine, and I felt him rub my cock as we kissed. My head was spinning, and I didn't.