Having been married for 15 years, I thought I knew my husband. I thought I knew myself, for that matter.

But even at the age of 44, life can still have erotic surprises for you. If you’re lucky.

Exercise and sane eating habits had let me keep my fit figure into what was now, undeniably, my middle age. I was proud of the shape I was in, my tits and ass were still firm, though I wasn’t really trying to impress anybody except Roger, my husband.

I worked at a big advertising agency. I was good at what I did, but sometimes it was awfully time-consuming. Even so, I grew gradually aware that something was off with Roger. He’d been acting strangely.

We had a fine sex life. Roger had stayed in good physical shape as well, and he could still get me wonderfully hot and bothered... Read More