“Forget your husband and sons for one night. I know you want to suck some chocolate, and I want some more of your tight pussy. Okay?” “Bobo it happened,” I said searching for my bra. “Don thinks I am visiting a friend and my two sons are not that much younger than you. It happened, I enjoyed it, but it is over. Let me go.” “Not before a farewell shower,” he said as I whinned in dismay.

Soon we were in the shower as he was sucking between my legs again. Then I did something I thought I would never do squirting pussy . I knelt down and took his erection in my mouth. My mind was blaming Don for all this as I sucked him. I soon found myself back on the bed as he balled my brains out again for another hour.

“This must never happen again,” I said as Bobo was wiping his cum off me, as I put on my bra. My car weaved as I drove home. Don was asleep when I arrived and my sore vagina caused me to pee every hour. Bobo’s teeth marks were all over my sore breasts.

My remorse lasted for weeks every time I faced Don and the boys. They would never believe I would do this with a man and although the scars were healing, one minute I was in guilt, and the next, I was having wild flashes of the great night I had spent with a man. At times, I felt I was addicted to squirting pussy, but was firm and declined Bobo’s advances when he called and wanted me again.

Nothing ever changed with Don, but I’m not sure I would even want sex with him after the night Bobo gave me. As the months passed, I had strong urges of squirting pussy everyday. Could I go on and be a good wife and mother and be a slut for some man on the side?

Perhaps when the boys went to college, I could feel a long squirting pussy that hurt me so much, but yet squirting pussy drove me off the edge?? Bobo had long since moved on, but I know it won’t be too much of a problem to find a stud or studs to service a thin, tom boy, over 40 wife. I’m sure there are many who would like the farmer’s wife.