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What Happens In Vegas

From the bed I watched my wife of twenty years step into her deep blue lace panties and ease them over the curves over shapely brown thighs. She adjusted the elastic around them to ensure that no stray pubic curls were visible, then ran a finger between her thighs and sighed deeply. "Shit G, I've just had a shower and I'm all wet already again." she commented more for her own benefit than mine. D turned, picked up the matching bra from the bed and slipped her arms into it. Her dark nipples were firmly erect confirming just how aroused she actually was. She was simply stunning in her blue underwear, and looked years younger than I knew her to be. Next a jade top slipped over her head and then she stepped into a short black skirt. A pair of slinky high heeled shoes completed her attire for the night. Standing to attention, she did a little twirl and then looked over at me and smiled. "How do I look, do you think Leo will like me?" she asked. "You look lovely; Leo won't be able to keep his hands off you." I replied truthfully. D grinned lecherously, "It's not his hands I'm worried about; I'm worried about that great big dick of his." Having already seen it, I knew she had very good reason to be worried. I was anxious, but also excited with the thought that she was finally about to see it through. For the first time in her life D was going to give her body to a younger man, a little taboo fantasy of ours. The fact that Leo was very good looking and had a great body helped her ...

... make that decision, and the fact that he was well endowed and had a reputation of being a fine lover also was an influence. Sure, maybe it was all wrong, but D wanted to do it. But at the end of the day, it was her body to do whatever she wanted with, and her happiness was the most important thing to me. "You won't leave me with him will you, you will stay and look after me?" she asked nervously. "Sure, I'll hang around." D stepped to and gave me a little peck on the lips as to not smear her make up. She felt my half erection against her and looked down, "I'll blow you or give you a handjob if you like." "Nah, I'll wait till later." I suggested looking at my watch. "Anyway, its time to go." A smiling D took my hand in hers and e****ted me towards the door. D had been in her early twenties when we met and she honestly hasn’t changed much since. Now in her mid forties, D is independent, strong willed, and a real handful for the unsuspecting. She is five foot two with cinnamon skin, dark hair and big black eyes. She has a smile that could light the world, and an infectious joy for life. She loves to socialize and have fun. In bed she is a real demon. She is a passionate lover who loves to fuck for hours in every position imaginable. She’s a wonderful companion and fun to be with, and life with her has been amazing. About five years ago, I suffered a heart attack and a year after that, I had to get another procedure. The second procedure took something out of me. Since then my cock ...