Celeste lay on her back. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her soft, curvy body and she was breathing very heavily. I looked into her eyes and saw intense gratitude for the world-class fucking I had just given her. I kissed her deeply. Then I rolled off her so she could get up and shower. She had a plane to catch. But my wife wasnt through with me yet.

I dont like to stay over at Rodneys, so I managed to extricate myself and drive home by about one a.m. A lot happened in those hours ; naughty things. You probably dont want to know the details, but Ill summarize ; my cum several quarts, it seemed, Rodneys cum less than mine, since he made me cum a dozen times to his four, Watsons cum it gives Rodney a break, he likes Watson, and Rodney likes to watch, promises of future cum Rodney said that soon enough, he was going to tie me up and bring in a construction crew to have their way with me. He wouldnt, would he? Anyway, I took a long, cleansing shower, threw on some sweats, drove home, got between the sheets at

Tom left for work at around six. I hoped that he wouldnt amputate any wrong limbs or anything that day, but hey, even a doctor needs a "physical" now and then from a friend. I lolled around catching up on my sissy sleep until ten, then hustled to get dressed and ready for my afternoon of volunteer work at Toms hospital. I showered and did my hair. Then I did my makeup and put on two coats of red polish silver is too Cindy Lauper for daytime. As I slid on my long, silky, fully fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe, tan stockings, I wondered if Tom would be "making a

Thursday broke for me the way it always did. I was well-rested, my strategic cum reserves were replenished, and I was horny enough to spread my legs for the first man I saw. That would not be for a while though, because Thursday was clean-up day in my wonderful life. I faced a grueling day of supervising my weekly cleaning team, then cleaning up my private room all by myself. Well, the sheets anyway. There were lots of cummy sheets to wash. Then I would have to take care of some "tidiness" duties outside the home. By a.m., I was in my pedal-pushers and mannish blouse. My hair was in a scarf and I looked ready for housework.

I had much to do, as I did every Monday, so I hopped to it. It was a.m. when Celeste left. By :, I had the bed stripped, changed the cum-drenched sheets for clean ones and had the laundry going. I made myself a light breakfast, drank a cup of coffee, read the paper, and cleaned up the dishes by eight. I was still in my sweats when I entered my "private room," grabbed my pre-packed bag, and left the house at :. When we were married and ever since, Celeste has insisted that we each have some privacy.

Some Tuesday mornings I can barely get up. Im always drenched with my own cum. Often, my face is so cum-splashed that my eyelids are stuck. That was the kind of Tuesday morning I had that week. In other words, I had had a GREAT Monday! After two more morning fucks, Andy always left me to go to work at the high school. I knew he would be fucking other tgirls before I saw him again. That made me jealous! But, lets face it. I wasnt exactly celibate either.