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Erik had just fucked me. As always it had been great, well at least for me it was. I think for him too, but I can never really tell with Erik or, with most men come to that. Do they really enjoy me? Am I any good? Better than most, average, terrific or pretty poor? Do they confuse my looks, which I think are ok, with my sexual skills? Does my blonde, spiky hair with some dark streaks, my full figure, relatively pert for their 36c size tits, ok legs, a bit chunky at the tops though, and tight bum make them think I am better at sex than I really am?
Who knows and, I suppose who cares? I had just been fucked by my husband of twenty years and I loved it. However, our marriage overall was not too good. We had always got on ok, but we had both wanted more than ok.
Just what that 'more' was, neither of us knew, but we both are 'grass is greener' people. However, what we both knew was that it was not sex, that was the issue.
That was and always has been fine. We had chosen not to have children so it was Erik and Michy against the world. We had our own successful careers and we made a lot of money.
