Helen offered me a drink and since I was alone all weekend I accepted..Handing me a scotch, she sat down next to me on her couch and enjoyed her drink....we had small talk for a bit when she asked for one of the bags I carried in. Spilling the contents on her coffee table I saw that they were paperback fuckbooks. She told me her and Joyce shared them.I knew Joyce was a cock hound and even considered trying to fuck her but thoughtg better of it. Should have tried, Found out later her step daughter,. No one will tell that she is older than me by our looks. We both love marriage. After one year of marriage, our love and affection started to decrease slowly. She is a housewife. I started to face a lot of stress and financial problem since I’m the only one who works. The stress makes me give her less concentration. Even our sex in bed has become very rare.After I go to work, to avoid loneliness, she starts to use a lot of social media and chats. One day I discovered that she was chatting with. My scalp tingling from the grip she retained on my hair. Her hand now flat on my heated flesh, slowly massaging my glowing buns. Then her long, slender fingers slid between my legs, I held my breath for an instant as she probed and explored, exhaling only when yet another exclamation rent the air, "You slut. You're actually wet from that. That spanking was getting you off. Wasn't it!"I wriggled a little in embarrassment, the undeniable truth being that she was right. I was well on the way. I also wanted her home when I was. So when she was whoring, she had to stay out much later. She ended up sucking off drunks who couldn't even get it up, let alone cum. But they didn't want to admit it. They figured some stupid whore couldn't tell the difference between procdessed beer and jiz. So they would just let loose of their full bladder. Her whore friend told her the best way for a whore to get beat up is to let them drain it in their own car. So she would have to gulp it down as.