After I got married my fetish kind of took a back seat to real sex and the fact that my wife loved lingerie almost as much as I did and we used linger...ie a lot in our sex life. She even has a bit of a clue as to just how much I do love it but she doesn’t know the full extent of it or about my bi sexuality that I managed to keep under control for most of our marriage. My fetish came back in a big way after I lost my job that I had for many years and decided to get into residential real estate to. After a few minutes of this, we both came inside her at the same time.We both stood there for a minute after we came, letting all the cum drip into her while we rested and caught our breath. "I know it's been a while since you've had pussy," my Daddy said. "So here." He removed his cock from her vag and like uncorking a campaigner bottle or blowing up a dam, liquid, probably mostly semen along with some vaginal juices, flooded out. "Go for it."I walked over and was surprised that my cock was. She comes to our house and we liked her cleanliness and her attire though poor. She speaks very nicely and unto the point. We started not to miss our old servant. Our old servant gave her the clear and complete instructions what we need, when we need.When I was working on my computer she came into my room for cleaning and she saw me doing a project in JAVA. She asked me what I was doing, casually I said JAVA programming, then she said she knows how to operate the PC, like starting and shutting. She rummaged through a drawer and came up with a cell. "You might need to call James. He could have been worried about you."I nodded. That thought was circulating in my head someplace, but I didn't know how to bring it up. All I had on me was the outfit I wore last night, no license, no cell phone, and no car keys . . . not like me at all."Thanks!" You can call me Gem or you can call me 'lover' if you want. But if you call me ‘Honey’ we are going to have words,” She said with a smile. “But I.