It was Kate, on her way out of the garage in her VW. It was an odd moment, to say the least. Mature sex “Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. I locked eyes with Kate as I held my cock up so she could see all of its long, fat bulk. We fucked frenziedly, pulling and pawing at each other, kissing with clumsy urgency. I held us like that, my crotch pressed hard against her ass and pussy. I needn’t have wondered, because just then she left off rubbing herself. So far, the net result of our escalating flirtation had only been to spice up our respective marital sex lives, and there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Neither of us moved or spoke for a few moments. “Just a problem with my side mirror here,” I said. Even in the gray light of the parking garage I could see the glistening slick wetness on her fingertips.
