Each time it got easier to stray. The funny thing was, none of them were as good as my wife – I mean, none of them! The last time I strayed was abou...t eight years ago. I made the mistake of going back for seconds and thirds and it became an affair. I didn’t love her, it was just sex with another female other than my wife. I got caught, my wife followed me and waited till I was in this woman’s pussy and than walked in on us. The shit hit the fan. Needless to say the affair was over, and I was. Damn, that girl showed me once again how much she really enjoyed my body and vice versa. It wasn’t the most amazing sex ever, of course, but it was pretty terrific, as always, and reminded me that Heather didn’t do mediocre fucking. She was always above average in bed ... always. Even when tired and grumpy, my wife had a remarkable ability, which I’ve seen in very few people of either sex, to push through the maze of distractions and put her heart and soul into the act of sexual intimacy with. As soon as we got home Sylvia went for a shower, l didn’t get an invite so left her to it, l went to my room to shower and as stripped it amazed me at the places l found strands of hay and straw, so collected the strands to present them to Sylvia later as a way of remembering our walk.That night my step-sister Sarah decided she would spend the night in, so fucking Sylvia was out, well unless Sarah went to bed early and my other step-sister Davina didn’t come home, it looked like being a quiet. ‘Well sir, now you are of the age.’ ‘The age? The age for what woman?’ Richard demanded. ‘Age for, err, for…..’ Sarah blushed again. ‘For god sake woman get on with it.’ ‘Perhaps it’s better if I just show you.’ ‘Show me what?’ Richard was becoming impatient with her tiresome dilly-dallying. Sarah moved towards the bed and pulled the lace that held the front of her dress together. Her bosoms fell into view, as she got to the edge of the bed. Richard was lost for words. Sarah leaned forward and.