0 comments/ 100534 views/ 20 favorites Borrowed Wife By: ttor 50 I was out in the working in the garden, when I heard someone whistle behind me. I looked around to see my neighbor’s son, Tom, leering at me. I always did my gardening in old worn-out Jean shorts that have been cut of so short that my ass hangs out of them. I am an exhibitionist at heart. I really like to be the center of attention, especially with young men. At 45 I am still in good shape. I have huge tits for my body size. My ass is very full and round. My stomach is a little big after having two children, but I get plenty of stares from all the horny men. I knew Tom was getting quite because of the kneeling position I was in. I could feel the narrow crotch band was buried deep in my crotch, exposing my bare pussy lips for anyone standing behind me to see. This wasn’t the first time Tom had seen my nether regions. I had let him have sex with me on more than one occasion. My husband loves for me to play the slut and I am more than happy to oblige his fantasies. Tom had come over to ask me a favor. I was surprised when he asked me to give a couple of his friends a night to remember. It seems they both had joined the Navy on the buddy system and this would be their last chance to be with a woman. He said they didn’t have regular girlfriends and he was desperate to do this for them. I thought for a moment and decided it was the least I could do to repay these young men for what they were going to do for out country. I agreed to help his friends out and promised to fulfill whatever sexual fantasies they could dream up. We decided the following night would be the big night. I went to the house and told my husband of my plan. He was very supportive and helped me pick out my outfit. Normally I would just wear a tight dress with no under garments when I am a slut for the evening. For this occasion I decided to at least wear some sexy panties so one of the boys would have a souvenir. We decided on a thong that was very small and made of transparent material. The dress would be a low cut white number that my husband loved. It was very sheer so I decided to go with out a bra. This would make my dark nipples and pussy visible in the right lighting. I warned my husband that the dress would probably be ruined or lost during the night’s activities. He said he was willing to make the sacrifice for the cause. The next afternoon I got ready by giving myself a nice hot bath. I shaved my pussy and applied baby oil to it so that it would be soft and smooth for the young sailors. I then applied my make up a little on the heavy side, to gain that call girl look. I went into the bedroom and slipped on my panties, pulling them well into my butt crack. I turned around to admire the reflection of my ass in the mirror. The thong made my butt cheeks look twice as full as the normally do. I then put on my dress, tugging it over my ample hips and large boobs. It was very tight which made my dark nipples very visible underneath the nearly transparent dress. AS I walked down the stairs to show my husband I could feel my breasts swinging wildly under the thin material. When he got a look at me he went wild. He said I should be careful tonight because I looked good enough to rape. I replied that no one would have to rape me, I was ready for anything or anyone. My husband drove me to a bar where Tom had arranged for me to meet up with his friends. I kissed my husband good bye and walked into the club. The place was very seedy and had a reputation as a singles bar. It was very busy that night and it took quite a bit of looking to find them. I was constantly being groped as I walked through the crowd. It was very exciting and at the same time degrading to be treated like a piece of meat. I knew it was just the beginning of what I could expect the rest of the night. I finally found my dates sitting at the far end of the bar. The boys were all smiles as I introduced myself. I told them my name was Patti, but hey could think of me as their personal slut for the evening. I was there to service their every sexual fantasy. I also told them how proud I was to serve someone who was going to protect our country. I learned their names were Jeff and Bill. Jeff was average size but Bill was huge. They were both acted very immature, especially in the sex department. I decided it would be a good idea to build up their confidence. The best way for me to do this was to assume a subservient roll for them. I told them they should just call me slut and treat me like their sexual slave. I told them anything they wanted from me was my pleasure. Bill ordered some drinks and asked me to dance. I quickly emptied the glass and followed him to the dance floor. We dance to a slow number. He pulled me very close and asked if he could touch my breasts. I told him to touch whatever he liked and not to bother asking again. I was his slut for the evening. He immediately grabbed my left breast and roughly fondled me. He was so excited I could feel his large dick pressing into my belly. He obviously had never been with a woman. After the song ended he led me back to the table where Jeff and another strong drink awaited me. I guess they thought they had to get me drunk in order to fuck me. They still couldn’t believe their luck. I noticed the Bill whisper something in Jeff’s ear just before he asked me to dance. As he led me to the dance floor I could feel the alcohol begin to take effect. As we began to dance I shamelessly started to French kiss Jeff. He started groping my ass without bothering to ask. Apparently Bill had told him the drill. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck as we moved around the dance floor. This caused my short dress to ride up exposing the bottom half of my large white butt cheeks. When the song was over I was ushered back to the bar where another drink was waiting for me. I excused myself as I headed to the ladies room. This led to more groping and lewd comments as I moved through the crowd. One aggressive guy grabbed my left breast as I tried to get by him and asked me to ditch the nerds and go out to the parking lot with him. He said I was way to hot for those guys. He said he had never been with an older slut and wanted to try me out. I expressed my regrets but told him I belonged to the two boys for the night and he would have to get their approval before he could have a chance with me. As I continued to the restroom I secretly hoped he could convince the boys to let him come along. I knew he would give me the good fucking I needed and maybe the boys would pickup some pointers on how to treat a slut. As I made my way back from the restroom I had to run the gantlet again. My ass was grabbed, boobs fondled and pussy rubbed all the way back to the bar by all the bar patrons. I made no effort to stop any of the advances and even surprised a couple of them when I stopped and let them get a better feel. It made me so horny that I was ready to fuck the whole bar if I got the chance. I finally reached my barstool and climbed up and took my seat. I purposely spread my legs a little to give everyone in the viscidity a view of my panties. My pussy was very wet from all the fondling, which would make the sheer material my panties were made of all but invisible. As soon as I was comfortable I noticed the aggressive guy was standing next to Bill and Jeff. Jeff introduces him as Randy. He immediately came over and started rubbing the inside of my legs. He asked if it was all right to give me a kiss. I said he would have to ask the boys, as I was their property for the night. They immediately gave their consent. I detected a little relief in their voices. I still don’t think they knew how to handle the situation. He the started rubbing my pussy and kissing me. Next he slid my small panties aside and stuck a finger in my wet pussy. Suddenly I felt him slide two more fingers in me. I started having and orgasm right there on the stool I had to bite my lip as I normally make a lot of noise when I cum. I was afraid we would be thrown out of the bar. He took his other hand and roughly started milking my left breast. This made my nipples so hard they hurt. Randy turned to the boys and said that I was the horniest slut he had ever met. He said “Let’s take this old bitch out to the parking lot and we will fuck the shit out of her in the backseat of my car.” Everyone agreed and we made our way out of the bar. When we were outside I noticed we had pickup some extra guys as apparently they had been watching the show in the bar. I am sure that they didn't see anyone their mothers age acting like a slut everyday. I guess they hoped to get in on the action. Luckily Randy had parked to the back of the lot far away form the bar and the street. His car was a big four-door model that had a nice big backseat. I couldn’t wait to get in the car and get a good pounding, but the boys had other plans. They told me to strip outside the car so that they could get a good look at me. Lucking for them the lot was very well lit, but I was a little nervous to be so exposed out in the open. I definitely didn’t want to get arrested for public indecency or worse. I reluctantly complied, probably because I was half-drunk and very horny. I slid the dress slowly down over my swollen breasts. I let the dress stop at my waist and raised my arms over my head and slowly shook my huge breasts at the crowd. I heard a lot of gasps and comments about how big my breasts were. One said, “the bitch has the biggest tits I have ever seen.” Another said “ I have never seen nipples that big. Someone has really been sucking on them.” I replied. “They fed two babies to get that big”. One of them asked, “do you mean you gave milk just like a cow?” I said “yes, just like a cow out in the barn.” He told me to bend over against the car and let my tits hang down. I immediately complied and let them dangle down slowly swinging back and forth. Jeff said she looks just like a cow with those huge tits hanging like that. He came over and asked if he could milk me. I said that I was his to use however he liked. He lightly squeezed my breasts and gently pulled on them. It felt wonderful. The crowd started yelling insults at me calling me a big old milk cow and telling him to milk the slut harder. Finally Randy came over and pushed him out of the way and said, “let me show you how to milk this old sow.” He grabbed my long nipples and started roughly pulling on them. He stretched them to their limit, changing my melon shaped tits into funnel shapes. They stretched about six inches as he roughly tugged on them. I started softly moaning and begged him not to be so rough. He said, “shut up bitch, when I get done these puppies will hang down to your belly button.” I thought one of the men I didn’t know had come to my rescue as he told Randy it was his turn to play with the cow. At first he started gently massaging my breast. It felt so wonderful after the rough treatment. Unfortunately that didn’t last to long. He said,” These thing remind me of punching bags.” He then stated slapping my breasts back and forth. He would hit the bottom of a tit so hard it would hit me in the face. Then he would slap the top of the other breast hard enough to hit my belly. The crowd seemed to like the slapping sound and my groans as they kept encouraging him to hit me harder. Finally they got tired of that and told me to finish taking off my dress. I slowly raised back up and slid the tight dress over my wide hips. I slowly turned around to proudly show off my white ass. Cheers greeted me. Randy said “that is the nicest ass I have ever seen. I love those big full cheeks. You can see her pussy lips without her even having to bend over.” Again I was instructed to bend over to display my ass for them. I leaned forward and rested my head against the fender of the car. Jeff made the comment” Her pussy is already open and dripping.” He came closer and stuck three fingers in my sloppy orifice. I told him that I really enjoy being spanked. He then stated lightly slapping my big butt. Randy again took over and told him “ let me show you how to spank a hot bitch.” He started giving me nice slaps on the ass, not so hard as to be painful. My backside soon started to get a warm glow. I started begging them to fuck me. Randy told me to get in the backseat and take off my panties. As I complied he started to follow me in. I reminded him that I belonged to Jeff and Bill, and that he would have to wait for sloppy thirds. He reluctantly backed out and I was grateful that Jeff came in first. I knew Bill’s dick would be huge and I wanted my pussy to be good and sloppy before I tried to take him on. Jeff was very nervous as he climbed on top of me. I reached down and grabbed his average size member and guided it into my welcoming orifice. I was glad to finally have something in my pussy. I thought they would never get around to fucking me. As soon as Jeff felt my hot wet pussy rapped around his dick he started pumping wildly. I begged him to slow down and enjoy the ride but he couldn’t overcome his excitement at getting his first piece of ass. He came very quickly. I could see the disappointment in his face as he climbed off of me and got out of the car. I don’t know whom I felt more sorry for, him or me. I called out that it was Bill’s turn next and he suddenly appeared at the door. I told him to climb on and get ready for the ride of his life. He was so heavy that it took a little getting used to as he laid himself on my body. He had to guide his dick in because his mass made it impossible to reach his dick. I felt the head of his member slowly start to enter me. I was grateful for the large load Jeff had left in me as it provided plenty of lubrication. It was spreading my pussy wide open. I let out a load moan as he hit the back of my over stretched cunt. He started a nice slow pumping action on me that brought me to a screaming orgasm. I heard the guys laughing at me. One commented” the old slut really likes that big dick. I hope there is something left of her pussy for the rest of us.” All too soon Bill dumped his seed on my over worked hole. His load was too much for my poor stuffed pussy to hold and it started running out down into my asshole and onto the car seat. He thanked me and climbed out of the car and exchanged high fives with my audience. Randy said he was next. As he entered the car he told me to grab my ankles and hold my legs back as far and wide as I could. He started fingering my pussy and told the guys to look in and look at the size of this cows cunt. They all climbed in from all direction and observed my hole with the help of a flashlight Randy had found under the seat. Randy said” I bet I can get my hand up this old bitch.” The guys egged him on as he started putting his fingers in my wet hole one at a time. He had no trouble until he got to the thumb. His knuckles were having trouble gaining entrance and needless to say causing me a lot of pain. He decided to stop and pulled his hand back out causing the boys to express their disappointment. I felt like I was letting everyone down and suggested that if everyone would spit in my pussy the extra lubrication would get me passed the knuckles. All the boys took turn spitting luggies into my pussy, which was a turn-on to me I really get off on degradation. They filled my hole completely up with saliva. I then pulled back my legs even farther until my ankle were up by my ears. Three days of yoga a week was finally paying off. Randy then made another attempt. I could easily see my stretched orifice as he put all his fingers and thumb in to a cone shape and started pushing. Again he got to the knuckles and couldn’t go and father. I told him to keep pushing and I started wiggling my juiced up ass back and forth trying to find the right angle. Suddenly I screamed in intense pain as his entire hand, up to his forearm, crashed through my opening. He was pushing so hard that his hand hit my crevice with one of his fingers actually penetrating into my womb. Luckily I had all the babies that I wanted because I was sure my plumbing would never be the same. After I calmed down Randy balled his hand into a fist. He started pumping me slowly at first. I could actually see my stomach rise and fall, as his fist would make its way back and forth. I could feel all of my internal organs shift around as he pickup speed. The boys stated making rude comments as my pussy began making loud-squishing noises. ”The old slut is going to be ruined after Randy gets done with her’ one of them said. "I never saw such a big cunt on a woman I hope all old women aren’t that big." another commented. I could feel myself building to another orgasm as my poor pussy was relentlessly pounded. It felt like my cunt was being used as a punching bag. I started moaning which brought laughter from the gang. “Her old man will have to fist her from now on to satisfy her huge hole” someone said. Suddenly I went over the top and started having a screaming orgasm. My pussy started expelling copious amounts of liquid down Randy’s arm. The boys started howled in laughter at my wanton display. After I came down from my high Randy started trying pulled his hand out of my body. I was worried by how easy it came out. Again they used the flashlight to look at my pussy. They all let out a huge moan as they saw the size of it. “You can see what she had for breakfast,” Randy quipped. The boys decided they wanted me to hang my ass out the door dog style so they could all have a chance to fuck me some more. None of them wanted to lie on top of me anymore because I had become a sticky mess from all the spit and cum. I stiffly rose and turned my sore cunt toward the parking lot and presented my big butt for their use. I think one of the new guys used my huge pussy next. I had a hard time telling one dick from another for the rest of the evening. After he had pumped me for a while he slapped my ass and said “ come-on you old slut, start moving you ass and making some noise. An old bitch like you should appreciate having a bunch of young guys willing to fuck you sloppy loose cunt. I can’t stand a dead fuck.” I immediately apologized to him and begged everyone who fucked me the rest of the night to spank my ass hard to remind me to give them the best fuck my worthless old ass could. He started pounding my big soft ass with his opened hands as I started moaning loudly, wiggling my butt and used what was left of my pussy muscles to milk his cock. As he pick up his pace I urged him to fuck me harder. This was too much for him as he grew rigid and dumped a huge load in my hot hole. I felt his dick throb as he pumped what felt like a gallon of cum in me. After he withdrew, another cock entered my hole. I couldn’t tell which one it was and didn’t bother to look. I just wanted another dick in me. At that point I would have fucked a dog if they found one. The new guy started slapping my ass that reminded me to start fucking him back. I screamed out,” yeah, slap my big ass. Ride me like a bitch.” He really liked my enthusiasm and started really pounding me with his cock. I think it probably was nice sized, but my stretched out hole prevented me from being able to judge it. He stopped spanking me and reached under my right arm and grabbed my swinging breast with both hands. First he roughly squeezed it until I thought my nipple would pop. He then pulled back on my poor tit, using it as a handle to get better leverage as he pumped my ass. My upper torso was being pulled sideways causing my ass to turn sideways away from him. This made his dick feel like it was going in crooked. I was really feeling a lot of contact around the lips of my pussy. A couple of times he pulled a little too far out and hit the outside of my cunt as he jammed it back in. Borrowed Wife As I released swimsuit model Kate Upton's clitoris from my lips I shinned up to her nipples and started simultaneously sucking and massaging them. As she groaned in pleasure I moved my hips up, buried my rock hard cock in her pussy in one forceful thrust, and started undulating my pelvis. In short order she was screaming in ecstasy as I jettisoned a week's worth of cum into her eager vagina. I woke up from my dream in a sweat. Once I got my bearings I quickly came back down from my fake orgasm and thought to myself "Shit, it doesn't have to be Kate Upton's – I'd settle for any decent pussy right now." It had been a long time since I blew my wad without the help of my own hand, almost since my wife left. I was still very confused, stunned, and angry, not in a good frame of mind for finding a suitable sexual partner. Many of my ex-wife's friends seemed anxious to "comfort" me; but I thought that that was creepy. Whenever I looked at them – most married – I saw her. Plus just having had my marriage ruined I didn't want to do that to someone else that I knew. Actually those are all just excuses. None of them turned me on. Whenever my mind wasn't fully occupied I asked myself the same questions over and over again. What made her fall out of love with me – all of her friends considered me good looking, in fact better looking than she was. I am the same weight I was when I graduated from college more than thirty years earlier, with almost the same muscle tone. I have all my hair, I'm rich, and I thought that I paid attention to her, and certainly never missed a birthday, anniversary, or any other special occasion. She seemed to orgasm almost every time we had sex, and I did my best to please her orally in addition to regularly porking her. My two adult children were supportive of me, but unfortunately that didn't help much. I don't know whether they were just being kind, or honest, when they said that they were as clueless as to their Mom's motivation for splitting as I was. In the few family gatherings since the breakup, however, they did seem to be more distant from their Mother than in the past. Anyway, just as my questions went unanswered for the umpteenth time I spotted a car in distress on the side of the road a few miles from my lake house. There looked to be a mother and two little kids. I pulled over to help. "Hi, my name is Rob. What's wrong?" I said as I walked toward the stalled vehicle. The Mom turned to face me – she had tears in her eyes. Unconsciously I sized her up – then chastised myself for scrutinizing a young mother as a potential sex partner. She was probably 5'8"-5'10" with frizzy blond hair and too much makeup. She was likely twenty five years younger than I was, wearing cutoff jeans, sandals, and a halter top. Her face was fairly ordinary but except for skinny thighs she had every appearance of having a smokin' body. "My old piece of junk just stopped," she replied as she wiped a tear from her cheek. "Did you call a tow truck or road service?" I innocently asked. "No, I don't have a cell phone – besides it wouldn't do any good because I don't have any money to pay for a tow, let alone get my car fixed," she responded, her voice starting to crack. "Oh," I sheepishly retorted. "Maybe I can get it going," I continued, not knowing where that came from since I am about as mechanically astute as a baboon. "Thanks. By the way, my name is Caley," she said, her voice starting to return to normal as she held out her hand. "Nice to meet you Caley," I said shaking her soft but strong hand. Her little kids in the car back seat apparently weren't hiding when personalities were passed out because they immediately joined the conversation. "Hi, Mister, I'm Jonah," her little boy, who looked to be about six or seven, shouted, "ya gonna fix our car?" "I'm Faith," her likely five year old blond daughter piped in, "sometimes Mommy lets me wear some makeup." "Well nice to meet both of you," I smiled, "I sure hope that I can help." As I looked under the hood pretending to know what I was doing Jonah and Faith kept up a constant banter despite Caley's admonitions to let me think while I tried to fix their car. As non-mechanical as I was it was obvious that there was a serious problem. It looked like a blown transmission. "Sorry, Caley," I said, wiping the June sun inspired sweat from my forehead. "I can't fix it. But you know what I can do," I lied, "I have a friend who owns a garage and I know that I can get him to tow you and diagnose the problem free of charge." "Thanks, Rob, that's very nice of you," Caley earnestly replied. "Our daddy's in jail for fooling people at a bank," Faith piped up, "Can you give us a ride in your cool car, "Jonah cheeped. "Children, stop, already," Caley said as she winced and started to turn red. I just laughed at her mortified expression and said "Hey, kids will be kids, no problem." I picked up my cell phone and called a garage I had brought my car to on occasion; I had programmed the number into my Android. I walked away so that Caley couldn't hear my conversation since I had only met the manager twice and wasn't even sure that I remembered his name, and certainly couldn't ask him to tow Caley's car gratis. But Caley was a damsel in distress, and her kids were impossibly cute, so I had no problem paying for the tow and inspection. After getting the manager's assurance that he would charge me for his services and not say anything to Caley about it I had a big grin on my face as I gave Caley the good news – "The tow truck will be here in ten-fifteen minutes and they'll tow your car and diagnose the problem free of charge." She looked relieved and apprehensive at the same time. I spent the time until the truck arrived chatting with Caley's kids. I tried to pump them for as much information as possible while Caley tried to keep them from revealing all the family secrets. It had been more than twenty years since my son and daughter were little and I thoroughly enjoyed my chat. There was a problem, however. The more I looked at Caley, the hotter she looked. As any hetero male knows there are some women who are ultra-sexy even though it's hard to pinpoint exactly why. Caley was one of only two or three women that I had met in my life that were in that category. As I said earlier except for her thin thighs she had a smokin' body, with a fairly ordinary makeup-overdone face. However she had intangibles that were off the charts. The way she moved her legs and arms, the way she shook hair strands from her face, the way she smiled, the way she laughed – I was becoming intoxicated by her. Just before Caley was sure to notice that I was ogling her the tow truck thankfully arrived. The driver dutifully started hooking up Caley's car as I led the kids to my car to give them and Caley a ride to the garage. I had to put my wrap-around mirrored sunglasses on as Caley twisted her body while in the front seat, exposing more thigh – which I now determined was muscular even if thin – and some cleavage – her boobs were somewhere between big and enormous. We had more friendly chatter as we followed the tow truck to the garage, and after initially going in to see the manager to give him my credit card to assure that Caley would not be billed or notified of the arrangement I sent her in to talk with him. As Caley talked to the manager I continued to pump her kids for information. As anyone who has dealt with kids in the five to ten year old range knows while their perspective on things may be bizarre, they don't lie and as long as they don't view you as a "stranger" they are anxious to answer all questions even if they have been told not to by their parents. From the kids – filtering out some things that were obviously misconceptions on their part – I learned: In fact their father had left for prison just after Christmas because he had conned bank officials as well as many members of the public. They went to see him about once a month. Their Mom cried a lot because she couldn't buy them things that they wanted. Santa Claus was so busy that he didn't have time to give them each more than one gift at Christmas. And thaat they didn't like living in the apartment complex they lived in because it didn't have a swing set like their old house had, and there were some weird neighbors. After talking to the manager of the garage for ten or fifteen minutes Caley returned. "The manager was very nice, but not really encouraging about what might be wrong," she told me. "He said he'd know by the end of the day tomorrow what the problem was and call with an estimate then. Thank you so much for your help, Rob." "My pleasure," I replied, "I thoroughly enjoyed your kids. They're adorable and full of life." "That's a nice way of saying that they're challenging," she laughed. "I'd be happy to give you a ride to wherever you want to go," I offered. "Well we were going to the grocery store, but you can just take us home," Caley replied. "Let me make one call," I said, "to check on the status of something and if there is no problem I can take you to the store and then home." I could tell that Caley was apprehensive but before she could respond her kids intervened. Jonah was carefully monitoring our conversation and piped up "Hey, cool, Faith, we get to go to the store with Mr. Rob and ride in his neat car." Faith giggled and clapped her hands. "I guess I don't have a choice if I don't want a mutiny," Caley chuckled. I made a call to the business I was going to visit and cancelled my meeting with them. I was a potential investor and they were obviously disappointed but I assured them I still wanted a meeting and tour and rescheduled it for the next day. Jonah begged his Mom to sit in the front seat as we drove to the store, so I turned off the passenger's side airbag. Faith was too small to be out of a car seat so she stayed in back in her car seat, much to her dismay. Jonah had dozens of questions that he peppered me with about my car – an all-electric Tesela (not the car I had brought to the garage; that was my Ferrari), and between answering them I pretended to ask Faith for directions on how to get to the store, which she was happy to provide and most of which were correct even though she had trouble with right versus left. The four of us shopped in the store with the kids asking for the usual stuff that responsible parents wouldn't buy, and I helped Caley out in explaining to them why they really shouldn't get them. When it came time to check out I could tell that Caley was nervous – I had noticed food stamps in her purse – and to avoid embarrassing her I volunteered to take the kids outside and wait until she had checked out before helping her with the groceries. She was relieved and readily consented to my suggestion. Caley declined my offer to help transport the groceries from my car to her second floor apartment – again I'm sure it was because of embarrassment – and I didn't push it. I did give her my phone number, however, and told her to call me if she needed a ride someplace until her car was fixed. Jonah gave me a high five before carrying a bag of groceries for his Mom and Faith gave me a big hug when I dropped her car seat at the end of the walkway to their apartment. Caley gave me a delicious smile and a sincere "Thank you." As I drove away several things were clear. The apartment complex Caley lived in wasn't suitable for an attractive young woman, let alone little kids. I was bowled over by how sexy Caley was and how much fun her kids were. I was embarrassed by my physical and emotional reaction to someone twenty five years my junior. I would help her out with her car without her knowing it, but I wouldn't try and contact her unless she called me. If she did call I'd do my best to establish a relationship. I talked to the garage manager again and convinced him to call me before calling Caley once he knew what the cost would be to repair her car. He did call about 4:00 p. m. the day after I met Caley and told me that it needed a new transmission and belts but that it otherwise was in decent shape considering its age. Further he said that he could get a reconditioned transmission if Caley was able to wait a week, which would cut the cost in half. I asked him to give Caley an estimate of $99 to fix it if she waited a week, otherwise it would be $500, and that I'd pay the rest over $99. I knew that this maximized the chance that Caley would call. I was thrilled when Caley called me the next day. "Hi, Rob, this is Caley." "Hi, Caley, did you hear about your car yet?" "Yes, the good news is that it is only going to cost $99 and I should be able to pay that when I get my next welfare check. But it's going to take a week and tomorrow I need to get the kids to their pediatrician, and I can't really reschedule because with Medicaid it is so hard to get an appointment. Did you really mean it when you said you could help?" "Absolutely; what time do you need me?" "Could you pick us up at 10:00 a.m.?" "Sure; how long do you think it will take?" "It might be two hours; you could leave and I could try and find another way home." "I'll have a solution tomorrow – see you at 10 Caley!" "Thanks, Rob." My solution was to buy her a burner phone with $50 prepaid so that she could call me when they were finished since no matter how much I liked her and her kids there was no way that I was waiting in a doctor's office for two hours. She was very pleased with my gift. She knew how to work it since she had one before her husband got sent to the slammer and her finances tanked, so I picked her up when they were finished. I invited her and the kids to dinner, which they gave her no choice but to accept. The next few weeks I put a low key rush on Caley always including her kids in activities. They especially liked the two days they spent at my Lake House, tubing, swimming, kayaking, and otherwise having a great time. While my rush was low-key I did do one provocative thing. Caley had no swim suit so I bought her a bikini. I apologized profusely when she put it on since it left little to the imagination, telling her that it was what the saleswoman recommended. She laughed it off since I also bought her a cover-up, but I have to say that in the bikini she could make a dead man get an erection! About four weeks after I met Caley I went to her apartment to pick her and the kids up for another day at the lake. Since she seemed not to want me to come to her apartment as usual I called when I got outside, both her land line and the burner cell phone I had given her. There was no answer for either. That concerned me so I went to her second floor apartment. Standing outside the door I could hear two men yelling, and what they were yelling about alarmed me. I banged on the door as hard as I could shouting "Caley, open up, it's time to leave." I could hear a man in a stage whisper saying something to Caley and then she spoke in a halting voice. "Sorry, Rob, our plans changed and we can't go with you today. I'll call you tomorrow." "Hell no, Caley. I heard male voices yelling at you. If someone doesn't open this door in fifteen seconds I'm calling 911." Shortly thereafter a slimy looking guy with a gun in his waistband opened the door and said "You're sticking your nose where it don't belong. Get the fuck out." "Actually, shithead, you're the one who's leaving," I shot back with one hand on my phone and the other ready in case he went for his gun. "Caley is my grandniece and I run two of Jimmy Parker's legitimate businesses – you've heard of him haven't you shit for brains?" Jimmy Parker was the crime boss in the closest big city, about fifty miles away. Of course I didn't really run two of his businesses, but I did know him from a charity board which he tried to use to enhance his image, and he did know who I was. The slime ball's face got ashen when I said that. Without giving his pea brain time to think I quickly continued. "I have Jimmy on speed dial and once I press this button you're toast, now I'm coming in and you're leaving." I quickly walked past him. I was pleased to see that the kids were not in the main room and that what was likely the bedroom door was closed. The second guy was even slimier than the first one. As they started to depart with angry looks on their faces, swearing under their breath, I saw a bruise on Caley's face and tears in her eyes. I picked up a wine bottle that was on a counter, hit the second guy over the head with it, and then hit the first guy in the nose with it obviously breaking it. I grabbed the barrel of his gun as he grabbed the handle, and twisted it, breaking his thumb and causing him to cry out in pain. "You broke my fucking nose and thumb you bastard," the first slime ball kept moaning as he lay on the floor in pain. The second guy was groggy but not unconscious. I rolled him over, didn't find a gun on him, then dragged him out the door and threw him down the stairs. I then put the gun in the first guy's mouth and said "If you or any of your slimy associates even so much as look at Caley or her kids again I will guarantee that Jimmy will have you killed. Got that!" Now terrified, the first guy nodded. I pulled the gun out of his mouth and said "Now get out" as I yanked him to his feet, pushed him out the door, and closed it behind him. Caley had a look of both terror and relief. She started sobbing and came up to me and hugged me, crying on my shoulder. I set the gun down on a counter. The bedroom door opened and both kids peeked around it, their eyes wide and tears in their eyes too. "It's OK, kids, everything is all right," I said. They ran up to me and held onto my legs. When everyone calmed down I told Caley "You need to pack bags for you and the kids and stay with me the next couple of days. I have no idea what those guys will do and you don't want to be around if they come back." I got no resistance. They packed quickly and Caley asked me to take the kids in my car and she followed me. Once we got to my house I convinced her that we needed to call the police. Two policemen came out to my house and took both of our statements; one of us played with the kids down by the dock while the other one gave his/her statement. I handed the gun to the policemen and told them that they could find my prints on it and those of the owner. Caley knew one of the guy's names and by running the gun's prints they could find the other guy. The kids seemed almost back to normal by bedtime. Caley was not. She felt the need to tell me that the guys had threatened her kids if she didn't work for them as a hooker – something that I had already gathered from what I heard outside the door. I assured her that I would do everything in my power to make sure that they never bothered her again. After almost a bottle of wine, and being completely emotionally spent, Caley finally seemed to relax. I helped her into the second guest bedroom while her kids slept in the first, and then went to bed myself in the master bedroom. Early the next morning – it couldn't have been later than 5:30 – I woke to someone rubbing my shoulder. It was Caley – naked – with the most awesome body I had ever seen! "Caley, what..." was all I got out before she kissed me, and then whispered "You helped me, now I'm going to help you – enjoy yourself." With that she took the sheet off of me, pulled down my boxers – which is all that I had on – and started sucking my already half-hard cock. It took her all of ten seconds to get it rock hard, and despite my half-hearted (actually it was more like one-tenth-hearted) objections shortly after that she had mounted me and slowly impaled herself on my stiffy. Once I was completely buried she started bouncing, twisting, and pulsing her pc muscles in earnest, all at the same time. Borrowed Wife Her activities were energizing every nerve ending in my body. As I lay there while she worked me over I massaged the puffy nipples of her mammoth tits and shortly ejaculated a river of cum into her active pussy. I felt like every circuit in my brain was fried as I grunted and she moaned in what appeared to be a nice orgasm for her too. I think that I blacked out for either a few seconds or minutes, I don't know which. The next thing that I was aware of was Caley sucking my cock again. I never had a woman suck my cock after I ejaculated in her before, and it felt fabulous. She stared at me while sucking and once even she couldn't keep it hard anymore she shinned up on me, pressing her boobs into my chest, and smiled at me as she stroked my head. "That was so far beyond my experience, I don't have any words to describe it," I started mumbling, evoking a big smile on Caley's face. Without exaggerating in the least I continued to mumble as I stroked the sides of her tits "That was so much better than any other sex I've had in my life that it was in a different class." "The only two things I've been really exceptional at in my life," she replied in a happy, lilting voice, "have been being a mother and fucking." "I know you're a fantastic mother, and if that was an example of how you fuck truer words were never spoken," I moaned. "You're great too – and I needed that. It's the first fuck I've had since my husband was jailed." After a few minutes of pillow talk I couldn't believe it when my cock started coming to life again. I hadn't had back-to-back fucks in twenty years. Caley was obviously very pleased by the stiffening of my cock. She enthusiastically sucked me completely hard again then moved me to the edge of the mattress, and pulled her pussy lips apart as she sat down on my cock, once again impaling herself facing away from me. She massaged my balls as she vigorously bounced up and down. I reached around her and grabbed her tits while bucking up and down to the best of my ability in sync with her movements. About thirty seconds after she started pulsing her vaginal muscles again we had mammoth over-the-top orgasms. As I cooked Caley and the kids breakfast she and I both had permanent smiles on our faces. The kids had enjoyed spending the night and I promised to take them to an amusement park, hoping to completely wipe away the memory of yesterday's trauma. After a long fun day riding roller coasters and eating hot dogs Caley and I put the kids to bed and then I told her that we needed to talk. "Caley as you have undoubtedly figured out by now I really, truly, care for you; and I love your kids." She smiled broadly. "I'm concerned with what happened at your apartment, I'm concerned about you and your kids living there, and I'm concerned that you don't have the means to continue to be a super mom. I'd like you and the kids to move in here with me." In response to a half-sly, half-perplexed look on Caley's face I quickly added "But I'm not asking you to sleep with me unless we get your husband's approval." That really seemed to perplex her. "What?" she asked. "I'm not out to break up your marriage, or to take your husband's place as your kids' father. My marriage breakup was very painful to me. But I'm hoping that I can get your husband's approval just to assuage my conscience since I would love nothing better in life that to sleep with you every night – that is if you're willing." As she was obviously turning things over in her mind I again didn't give her time to speak. "But even if we never have sex again, I'm inviting you and the kids to live with me." After a long pause I finally let Caley speak. "Rob, it's not realistic for us to live in the same house more than a few days and not have sex. I really like you and I had as much fun this morning as you did." "Not possible," I interrupted, quickly followed by "I'm sorry, please go on." "I know that if we live here my kids will have a much better life, that's crystal clear, and I would be a horrible mother if I didn't try to give them the best. But even though my husband is a crook and sometimes a total ass I agree with you that we need his approval." "When can I see him?" I enthusiastically asked. "Visiting hours are this Saturday and I was planning on taking the kids there. We can talk to him first, then you, then you and me together." "Stay here until then, Caley" I implored, "no sex." With that Caley got up, walked up to me, put her hands around my neck, gave me the most passionate kiss in my experience, then said "We'll stay, but you need to lock me in my room at night otherwise I can't guarantee no repeat of this morning." My cock involuntarily twitched, Caley noticed and giggled, I swallowed hard and said "Deal." The three days until Saturday seemed to last a month. I was totally preoccupied with the thought of fucking Caley again but I wanted it to be on as much of an "up-and-up" basis as possible under the circumstances so I just suffered. I had one loose end to take care of before we made a prison visit. I called Jimmy Parker, told him that the two guys who had harassed my "Grandniece," as I referred to Caley, had been released on bail, and told him that I'd make a $20,000 contribution in his name to the charity of the board of directors that we sat on together if he would have a couple of his friends impress on them the need to never get near Caley or her kids again. Considering how a $20,000 contribution to the charity would enhance the legitimate persona he was trying hard to develop Jimmy was happy to assist. The very next day he called me back and assured me that she would not be bothered by those two thugs, or any of their friends, ever again. I made the contribution the same day. We drove the two hours to Caley's husband's prison early on Saturday morning, the kids sleeping the first hour in the car. His name was Jack, and Caley had told me, and continued to tell me on the drive, as much about him and their relationship as she felt I needed to know. After Caley and the kids met with Jack for an hour they came out and I went in to see him. I had not seen any photos of him and was surprised by his appearance. He was extremely good looking, but shorter and thinner than I imagined. When he started talking I could tell by his glibness that he must be a good con man. "So you're Uncle Rob," he said half-friendly, half-skeptical, as we shook hands. "You're bigger, more muscular, and younger looking than I imagined – I'm not sure I like that." "Well it came in handy when two thugs were trying to force Caley into prostitution," I said with a serious demeanor, something Caley had already told him about in an earlier phone conversation. After some small talk, including about how great his kids were and what a wonderful mother Caley was, I got to the point. "Look, Jack, I know you have at least five more years here, maybe as many as ten. Your family is hurting monetarily after just your first five months of incarceration and things are only likely to get worse. I want to take care of them, but only with your approval." "What do you mean by 'take care of?'" "I'll satisfy all your kids' needs, send them to a good school, and make sure no one harasses Caley again. But you're astute enough to know that if they live with me that I'll be fucking Caley – which is why I'm being up front with you about everything." "Have you fucked her yet?" he asked. "No," I lied, per Caley's advice, "as difficult as that has been considering what a completely sexy, sweet, and kind woman she is." "I don't like the idea of someone else fucking her." "Do you really think that a beautiful young woman can stay celibate for ten years while you're in here? She already gets constantly hit on, I've seen it with my own eyes." I could tell that made an impression on him. "Would you rather have a 'mature' rich guy like me fucking her while taking care of her, or would you like some young stud doing her, and maybe abusing her or the kids?" "You might have a point, Rob." "You know that I do." "Do you know that she's the best fuck in the world?" "I sure don't – but I can easily believe that she might be." "Well once you fuck her you will try your best to keep her, and get me out of the picture." "I just want to 'borrow' her, not steal her, like some young stud might. To set your mind at ease, though, I have a proposal," I said. "I'm listening," Jack replied. "If she divorces you for any reason – whether or not I have anything to do with it – while you're incarcerated I'll pay you $100,000. We'll sign a contract to that effect. Also, I'll put enough money in a trust fund that you and she will jointly administer to put both of your kids through college, regardless of what happens to me." "Caley and I never got through high school and you'd send our kids to college?" he blurted out. "Yes," I replied. Jack's eyes got wide for a few seconds. I obviously had made a proposal he didn't expect; but then he regained his composure and started negotiating as I knew that he would. "That's a good start, Rob, but once you find out that Caley is the best fuck in the world you'll see that it isn't enough. I want $100,000 no matter what and $250,000 if she divorces me." We negotiated for the next fifteen minutes. I knew that I eventually would do anything necessary but he didn't know that and I didn't get rich by not being a tough negotiator. We finally shook hands on a deal. I would put $25,000 into an account for him to use however he wanted, even while in prison. I would have sex with Caley and if it was the best fuck that I ever had in my life I'd pay him $175,000 if she ever divorced him while he was incarcerated or even afterward. If it wasn't the best sex ever I'd pay him $75,000. Of course the college funds were part of the deal too, something I was going to do irrespective of whether he agreed to anything. "You do know that Caley is going to have to tell you that she's willing to have sex with me, and hear directly from you that you're fine with it," I said, "and I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell her about the 'best sex ever' part of the deal." "No problem," Jack replied smiling. "Send her back in here alone, and after twenty minutes send the kids back in too." When we left the prison all of us were pleased as could be. The kids were happy because they saw their dad and he told them he was fine with them living at my house until he got out as long as they were OK with it. They cheered so loudly that a guard had to quiet them down. Caley was happy because she and the kids were going to be taken care of and would be my 'borrowed wife' so that she could fuck me without cheating on her husband. I was happy because I thoroughly enjoyed the company of Jonah and Faith and because Caley was the hottest woman on the planet as far as I was concerned. Despite my request for him not to Jack told Caley about the premium if she was my best fuck ever. "Do you want me to save you a hundred grand by just going through the motions?" she slyly asked that night while biting her thumb. "I already know that you're the best fuck in the world, and I have no intention of cheating Jack, so I'd love a repeat of our first encounter." She smiled wickedly, led me to bed, and absolutely fucked my brains out. By the next morning not only my dick but my entire body ached – the best physically-drained feeling I ever had in my life. Since Jack could not receive phone calls from anyone aside from his attorney except on specified hours one day a week I had his attorney call him and conference me in. I told him that he was absolutely right about Caley, instructed his attorney to prepare the necessary papers at my expense, and heartily agreed with him when he closed the conversation "You're one lucky fucker, Rob." "Truer words were never spoken," I earnestly replied. It's now been more than two years since I reached my deal with Rob. My life has been the best it has ever been and except in writing this story I have never even thought of my ex-wife. Caley's kids are doing great in school and enjoy playing soccer and basketball in recreational leagues. When my kids visit they treat Jonah and Faith like their younger siblings. Both of my kids are fine with me living with a borrowed wife, but sometimes I get jealous at the looks that my son gives Caley (ha, ha – he's no different than any other man). Caley enjoys not having to worry about where her next meal is coming from and is thrilled to be off welfare and Medicaid. She now gives back to the community by doing charity work when the kids are in school Caley now wears her beautiful blond hair shoulder length and puts on only a small amount of makeup. That makes her face look almost as awesome as her body! More importantly Caley isn't just a sex goddess, but a kind, caring, wonderful woman and truly special mother. I'm madly in love with her, though I try not to admit it to her. I know that she likely loves me too not only because I'm great with her kids but because she enjoys non-sexual one-on-one time with me, and seems to almost get as much pleasure fucking me as I do fucking her. She especially loves my oral talents which she usually demands four of the five times a week that on average we fuck, and every fuck with her is better than any other fuck with anyone else I ever had in my life. I really don't know what is going to happen when Jack gets out in about three-to-eight years and wants his wife back. All I know is that I no longer dream about fucking Kate Upton since I've got something better in real life! Borrowed Wife ”Just because I’m not slapping your ass, doesn’t mean you can quit fucking. Start making some noise you old cow.” he yelled I apologized and started moaning like a good whore. I said” Come on pull on my big tit until I gives you some milk. Fuck me like the old cow that I am.” He pulled my breast so hard I thought it actually touched my thigh. He let go with one hand and used it to slap the side of my poor distended mammary. I screamed so loud I became hoarse, then he mercifully dumped his seed in me and released my tortured flesh. Over the next half-hour I lost track of how many times I got fucked. They all took a turn fucking my pussy. A few enjoyed pulling on my boobs as the pumped me. They all took delight at slapping my ass if they thought I wasn’t giving my best effort. I seemed to be having one long orgasm from the gang-bang. I was surprised when one man got shot his load and nobody took his place. I stated wiggling my ass as invitingly as I could to lure another cock. I finally gave up and turned around to get out of the car and see what was going on. I felt all the cum start flowing form my over-filled hole. I waddled behind the car and squatted to let it run on the ground in as much privacy as the situation allowed. I heard Jeff and Bill tell the guys they wanted to spend the rest of the night with me in private. I seemed they had just watched as I had pulled the train with the rest of the crowd. I heard Randy offer to buy my services for the remained of the date. They asked how much he would pay. I will give you a hundred dollars for the whore.” He said. They said they wanted to talk to me about it first and approached me. I led them a short distance away. They asked if it was alright if they sold me to Randy. They said they could really use the money as they came from very poor circumstances. I told them I would do what ever they wished, but I really wanted to finish the night with them. I wanted to give them a special gift once the others left. I had become very fond of the boys. They seemed very sweet and I wanted to give them a good send off. I thought of a plan and told them I thought we could get the money and spend the rest of the night together. I told them to let me do the talking and learn how to handle guys like Randy. As I lead the sailors back to the car I suddenly felt very vulnerable. It would be a challenge for me to negotiate with Randy for my body while being totally naked. I walked up to Randy and told him I had a proposition for him. I was willing to be his slave for as evening if he paid the boys five hundred dollars. It would be two weeks from tonight and be for at least twelve hours. I also promised to perform any sex acts as long as there was no permanent damage. I told him this would let me finish my date with Jeff and Bill and would also benefit him by letting my body heal. I further persuaded him by mentioning that my pussy would be much tighter and most of the bruises would be gone. He replied that it sounded good to him but he had some provisions. He said I could not fuck anyone in my pussy or ass between tonight and our date in two weeks. I knew my husband wouldn’t like that, but I reluctantly agreed. The crowd headed back to the bar, leaving me alone with Jeff and Bill. Randy had left his car open so we could continue our date. I told the boys it was time for me to give them some special attention. I told them they could fuck my tight asshole if the wanted. They both became very excited and each said they wanted to go first. I told Bill he would have to go second because he was too big for me to take without a little preparation. I knew I could handle Jeff more easily because his dick was about the size of my husband and Bills massive body would make it difficult to get everything lined up right without first making the target a little bigger. I told Bill he could keep my panties as a reward for being so understanding. I then crawled in the backseat and laid on my tummy and raised my soft ass in the air. Both boys went nuts as I slowly squeezed and released my butt cheeks. When I did this I could feel my pussy and ass close and open giving Jeff a very attractive target.. He got the hint and I felt him mount me. He wasted no time in lining his dick up with my asshole. It was very slick from all the cum that had ran out of my pussy. After he got the head in I told him to hold still and let me do all of the work. As he held his position I slowly pushed upward forcing my tight asshole to slide over his rigid member. This let me control the action until my asshole was ready for a good pounding. After I got adjusted to his size I stated raising and lowering my butt, fucking myself on his cock. Finally I told him I was ready for a good ass fucking and to let me have it. He immediately started stocking his dick in and out of my hot ass. It felt wonderful as he sawed my now stretched butthole. He really started getting into it and started pounding my ass into the seat. I cried,” come on fuck me good.” This caused him to pick up speed and his body made a slapping sound as he came down on me over and over. He was pumping me so hard that his dick started coming all the way out of my asshole and then slamming back in. All of a sudden he missed and I came crashing into my pussy instead. He seemed to like it and started alternating strokes between my two big orifices. After a while when he would pump into my pussy it would make a farting noise As all the air he was pumping into me was forced back out. The whole time I was having one long orgasm. All to soon he drove his dick as far as he could into my asshole and went rigid. I could feel his member expand and pump me full of sperm. After a few minutes his organ stated to deflated and he slipped out. He brought his face down to mine and gave me a wet kiss and thanked me for the most wonderful gift anyone had ever given him. I told him it was my pleasure. After he crawled out It was Bill’s turn. I was a little apprehensive. I wasn’t sure how to handle him. I felt he would be too heavy to lay on me like Jeff had. I came up with a solution. I sat up in the seat and told him I would do him in the grass behind the car where there would be more room. I got out of the car and led him to a nice level spot and told him to lay down on his back and take off his pants. When he was comfortable I straddled him and slid my pussy over his huge member. I only pumped him a couple of times and lifted myself back off of him. I then brought my back hole in line with his penis and slowly lowered my ass onto him. I had to go slow to give my asshole time to stretch. I slowly pumped up and down on him trying to get more of His long dick in me. I got about half of it in when my ass wouldn’t take anymore. The pain was tremendous. I was cramping and it felt like my internal organs were being forced into my throat. Bill was getting dejected and suggested he just fuck my pussy again. He said he didn’t want to hurt me. I could hear the disappointment in his voice and it broke my heart. With a dick like his, this was probably his only chance to get some ass. If a slut like me with a lot of anal experience couldn’t handle him, who could? I told him that I was determined to take his whole shaft up if I had to break my ass doing it. I got up on my feet in a squatting position and lowered myself again onto foreboding shaft. I started using my weight to slowly force him into my back passage. I was relentless as I kept forcing the limits of my colon. I finally was able to take another couple of inches. I continued my up and down movements as Bill stated moaning in pleasure and urging me on. I became so excited by his encouragement that I stated slamming my ass down harder and harder until I thankfully felt his pubic hair tickle my butt. Suddenly I felt something deep inside of me gives and I buried his dick clear to the bone. The pain was almost too much to bear as I begged him to be still for a second. He occupied his time by play with my swollen breast. The pain was so great in my ass that I didn’t care how sore my breasts were. Thankfully he was very patient and I was able to become accustomed to my anal invader. It took up so much room in my body it was almost like being pregnant again. My guts were spread so tight that I could feel his pulse through my ass. I gave him permission to pump my fuck my ass but told him to go slow at first. He gently started humping up and down as I held myself above him in my squatting position. As I endured the pain I thought of my bargain with Randy. I didn’t think it would be a problem not getting fuck in the ass for two weeks. My mind was suddenly snapped back as Bill started picking up the pace. He started pounding my ass so hard he was lifting me six inches on every stroke. Just to make it more interesting he grabbed my breasts and used them for handles to pull me down to meet his viscous thrusts. I felt like I was on a skewer as he continued to assault my poor asshole. I was just about ready to pass out when he went rigid. I dreaded what I knew was coming next. His shaft began to swell even bigger as he pumped a load into my intestines. I started screaming in pain as his organ kept pumping its contents into me. I thought he would never get done. He obviously had taken his best shot in his abuse of my poor asshole. He sat up and gave me a very wet kiss and thanked me for a once in a lifetime experience. Jeff came over and helped pull me off of the huge stake in lodged in my bowels. I told them to got wait by the car that I needed some privacy for a minute but I had one more thing to give them. I went behind a bush and violently emptied my bowel. I rubbed my ass on the wet grass and used some discarded napkins to clean myself off the best that I could. When I walked back over to the car the boys helped me get back into my dress. I sat back in the car seat facing out the door and told them I was ready to give them their last present. I told Bill he would finally be first and beckoned him over. When he approached I unzipped his pants that he had just put back on and pulled out his soiled dick. As I attempted to put it in his mouth he protested. "Don’t put that nasty thing in your mouth Patti." he pleaded I replied ”this is how you should be treated by a woman who truly loves you. I have come to think of you as my sons, and this is how I want your future wives to treat you. If they won’t you should keep looking.” I proceeded to place his large member in my mouth and lick my remains from his penis until it was spotless. I then called Jeff over and did t he same for him. I then hugged them both and wished them the best. I had tears in my eyes as they waited with me for my husband to pick me up. When he finally arrived they both insisted of kissing me goodbye even though I told them I was too dirty to kiss. We all cried as they both told me they would never forget me. I climbed gingerly into the car and sat on the towel my well-prepared husband had for me. I waved to them as we drove off. Although they wrote me a couple of times, I never saw them again. My husband asked if I enjoyed myself. I told him it had been a very rewarding experience, but it wasn’t quite over yet. He gave me a puzzled look. I told him we would talk about it at home.