Fast Forward - Spring 1991 Lois was as about as down as she could be. She had been wined anddined across three continents. She had a box of spark...ling trinkets thatvarious lovers had bought for her over the years. But as the song goes,money can't buy you love. Her marriage with an Italian count was in ruinsafter she caught him with an eighteen year old bimbo. Being 33 and a thirdmay be good for a record album, but for a model she was almost over thehill. And like CD's replacing vinyl,. As he rose and towered over the reclined form of Adele, herculean in her eyes, she sought his cock with her flitting fingers, and once finding the sturdy mast, she rubbed it with an intensity to set fire to his blood. The lusty gleam in her eye, and the coquettish curl of her lips drew him to her, and entranced he lowered down upon her, his large, muscular body covering her petite beauty. With her loving fingers, she guided his long member into the waiting sheath of her intimate entrance. His. I then admitted I had done it, enjoyed it, and told her to do it.She was shocked and as the night wore on she slowly came around to the idea, and agreed to entertain and even accept another man to have sex with her, while her husband watched.We staggered back to her apartment, where I was staying overnight, and confronted her husband, who was most surprised, but delighted to see me, and the three of us settled down and drank more booze.'So you want to fuck other women'? He was slightly taken. “Warn me before you cum.” Andrea said between moans. “Will do.” I replied. She continued to ride me, hitting me harder with each thrust. Andrea was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before and she was loving it. I stared to feel myself nearing orgasm once again. “I’m getting pretty close Andrea.” I said. “Good.” was her reply. Andrea kept fucking me hard and I felt the pressure build. “I’m cumming!” I warned but Andrea did not slow down. I exploded as her pussy continued to ram.