1. The Plumber's Daughter


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 88.6, Source: sexstories.com

    very safe and secure, “I am Marie Antoinette Bernardino a plumber’s daughter and I want to…..” Patrick: WE SAT OUTSIDE UNTIL AROUND TWO IN THE MORNING AND TALKED. Marie Antoinette, what a beautiful name. I sat and let her talk and she did tell me a great deal about herself. She confided she was married for 16 years and that her divorce was final. She told me how her husband cheated on her but not going into detail. She told me nothing about her married life. Mostly she told me about her life before she met him, about her mother and father and growing up in Brooklyn. We compared notes on growing up; country as opposed to city. She is 3 years older than me. I thought that she was in her twenties. She asked tons of questions about my mother and father, leading in to how I met my wife, Anne and I answered honestly and directly with things that I was willing to share. I had her laughing about my graduation commencement and how I wrangled my first date out of Anne. Many women would be disinterested while it seemed to comfort her. We discussed a little about the sex club and I again reassured her that everything would be fine. She squeezed my hand under the quilt and then we sat quiet for a bit until bedtime. Marie: SIXTEEN YEARS OF MARRIAGE and after he graduated medical school we never sat on a couch together let alone outside on a swing wrapped all cozy together in a quilt. I realized for the first time, that towards the end, even when the ex and I were in the same room, alone, ...
    we were never together. Or when we were together as a couple, we were invariably in large groups of people at different functions, his or mine. We spent time together apart. Patrick answered all my questions directly and honestly. I can tell how deeply loved his wife from the way he spoke. They did everything together. Their private world was primarily this small farm and then the small community they lived in. They traveled the country doing their reenactments. I would have never have guessed that upper class people like Doctors, Lawyers and Professional people did reenacting with average people like plumbers or farmers. His wife had her small Art Gallery and Patrick his business. They met in their kitchen to have lunch together or just to make love in their bedroom in the afternoon, I’m assuming that they did, Patrick said take a nap and he was smiling. For all our wealth, we, my ex and I commuted between Long Island and the City; too busy with our careers for much else. Many people in our group never left the City in their entire lives and thought the New York State boundary lines began and ended at the New York City Limits. Patrick and his wife would get in the truck on weekends and just drive. North, South, East or West, the direction didn’t matter. An adventure, because they felt like it. They stopped along the way; no real plans; researching this and that in the small town museums or historical societies. They attended County Fairs, and Fireman’s carnivals or Church ...
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