Erick: I woke feeling a pleasant sensation in my crotch. Opening my eyes, I was only partially aware that my beautiful fifty-five-year-old wife was stroking me. "I was a bad girl tonight!" she exclaimed, as she continued to stroke my cock. "OH," I got out, still half-asleep and not fully aware of the situation. "I went out to the motel. I danced a bit. Then I..." She let the last statement hang in the air. More aware now,...

I came home at my normal time on Friday and was surprised Susan my wife wasn’t home yet. I got off at five o’clock and was always home by five-thirty. Susan got off at four and was usually home before me. I assumed that she was going out with her coworkers after work. She often did that on Fridays, but would let me know beforehand, so I wouldn’t worry. I started dinner and set the table, before beginning to prepare dinner...

I heard her struggling. “You need any help?” I called up the stairs to her but knew she would decline. “No!” she said with as much energy as she could muster (which, wasn’t much). “Stay out. I’m not ready yet,” she insisted. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs, ready to run upstairs in an instant, if I heard her fall or felt she needed my help. I had been there for nearly an hour. She treated me so well when she wa...