My father remarried, a beautiful woman named Susan. She was about forty and very pretty, tall and slim, with short, curly dark hair and a camel toe. Around the house, she would often wear very short, very tight shorts which would cut deep into her cleft. I never told her, but I realised I was in love with Susan. I do not know to this day if I loved her because she had a camel toe or if I love camel toes because Susan had one. I just know camel toes make me wet.
Later I fell in love with and married Edward. He knew I was bisexual and said he would have no problem with me having girlfriends. I never did, until the day he died, but I came close.
I was visiting a lesbian couple I had known for years and they introduced me to a friend, Penny. Penny was in her forties, tall, slim and with short, curly dark hair. And a beautiful camel toe inside her tight slacks. I almost swooned and sat down abruptly.
Once I regained my composure I made my excuses and went home. I told Edward about Penny and about Susan, to explain why Penny had such a dramatic effect on me. He scolded me for not having at least made a pass at Penny, but I told him I was not ready yet for anyone but him.
I did so love Edward and the moment the children were asleep I had his pants around his ankles and his willie in my throat. I bobbed up and down, from tip to root, until he exploded in my mouth. After swallowing what seemed like buckets of cum I undressed him and guided him to the middle of the bed. For the next two hours I rode him and blew him and stuffed him in my arse, bringing him to climax after climax. Finally, I realized he was running out of semen and decided to give him a break.