“Well, I think you should do the dishes and then excuse yourself and go home!” She seemed awfully pleased with herself.Mel didn’t say anything.�...��Well, I do have to go home soon,” I allowed. “But I was expecting some help with the dishes. I mean, I cooked all this!”“Don’t worry, babe,” Mel said to me. “We’ll all do them.”Great. So we’ve got the kitchen duties all settled. That was really weighing heavily on my mind.“So then,” I continued to press forward. “What do we do tomorrow, and Sunday, and. The point hovered about a foot from his neck, angled straight at him."Back off," I said quietly.His face broke into a grin, cracking his face and displaying yellowed and crooked teeth. "Got some fire in ya lassie?" he snarled, clearly unworried. "Now be a good girl and put it down, or it'll go much harder for you. I'll be gentle instead of rough," he grabbed his crotch in one hand, stepping back and bringing an ugly looking curved cutlass up with the other. "Wouldn't want to scar that pretty. We find ourself alone when he leans on and kisses me. I'm surprised but I don't pull away. He looks in my eyes and kisses me deeper, driving his tongue into my mouth and I accept him. I am shocked to realize that I love the full feeling of his tongue and my cock jumps to attention. He turns me around and even through our pants I can feel his massive hard on grinding against my ass. I don't object as he pulls down my pants and places the fat head of his cock directly against my hole. I love the. Over the next four years, my wife enjoyed the attention of myself and over twenty different solo men but when she hit the dreaded seventy, it was as though someone had thrown a switch and that side of our sex life came to a grinding halt. We left the site and the only time she would even consider meeting was when we were on holiday in Florida. We had a friend from Atlanta that would fly down to join us for a weekend and for that weekend got to see my sexy wife really enjoying herself again. I.