Seeing Paul’s face again after so many years made my heart leap (and my pussy wet) I was overjoyed when he let me in. We’d long since moved on and had married other people, but after moments of talking I was overcome by the need to fuck him, to have his gorgeous cock inside of me again. My husband wasn’t satisfying me emotionally OR physically, and I’d heard through the grapevine that it was the same for Paul. After all, who would know? We both needed a release, it was human. What if the way to save our marriages was to fuck each other?
