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He was nothing like his wife. He still laughed and smiled, and offered her rides home so she didn’t have to take the bus. He often went to bed alone, his wife too busy with something or the other. And when she was home, she was just complaining. She didn’t think there was any harm in entertaining him, wearing slightly more revealing clothing whenever she knew she would be around him. A crop top here, jeans that showed off her thong another day. A bikini when it was hot enough to take the kids swimming. His eyes were glued to her as soon as she entered the room.

And now she on his lap. Arms wrapped around his neck, rolling her hips against his hard cock.

“You don’t know how bad I need this.”

But she does. It’s been weeks, probably months since his wife has touched him. He’s so pent up, and she knows she can help with that. She grabs his hand, guiding it to her breast and letting him squeeze.

“Let me ride you.” She looks at him with pouty lips and Bambi eyes. “Let me do the work.”

“My wife never…”

“Well I’m not your wife. I want to make you feel good. Make you feel like a man again. There’s so much I’ll let you do that she won’t.”

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im still a virgin so i haven’t done a lot of naughty things, especially in public