I knew early in the afternoon I would have to work later than normal. Except for the set messages with my wife the rest of the day was crapy. I ended ...up leaving really late. When I got to my car I called my wife to let her know it was on my way home and where she could find another letter. She didn’t say a word and hung up the phone. I wondered what that was all about was she excited I was coming home or mad I was leaving so late. I started the car and my hour and half commute home wondering if. When I was about halfway in I started gently swinging my groin into her and felt myself slipping farther and farther inside, and the deeper I drove the louder she moaned.“Are you alright?”“Fuck my ass, Baby.”I started humping that sweet ass like there was no tomorrow. I was pile-driving it into her. She was groaning, the bed was shaking and sweat was breaking out on my face. As I pumped away, harder and harder because I wanted to shoot a load of cum into her beautiful booty, I looked at the. "Now come here," she said, and reached out a hand toward him. "Come on. Come closer."Jeff stepped timidly to the bed. Her hand slipped between the flaps of his robe and snared his rapidly expanding cock."So what do you think?" Dianne asked. "Do you think that's why your pals jack off so often? Because they don't have someone to fuck? What about you, Jeff? Hmh? Do you have someone to fuck?"Her robe had opened all the way, her crotch spread enough for Jeff to ogle her amply fringed pussy. I cleared my throat as I dimmed the light and moved to the bed, “you will get cold on top like that.”I lifted the sheet and blanket and she crawled in and laid down. I stripped and laid beside her and slowly started to relax. She shifted and turned and put her head on my shoulder, “you did not want me?”Her breasts on my arm had my cock hard, “you want me to use you?”She shifted to look into my face, “I am your comforter.”I looked into her lovely eyes, “what is a comforter?”She blinked and then.