He was a good husband, there was no doubt about that. He did well in his business and they had this lovely secluded house on the edge of a lake. It was the kind of house she'd always wanted and Ray had made it possible for her to have it. She had a good husband and a lovely house and a lovely teenage daughter. Emmylou was adorable, a picture of adolescent purity.

Why am I so unhappy? Paula thought.

She had no idea. Ray came to her now. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek. She felt his cock pushing against her belly. He had a hard-on, and his cock was pushing through his pants and against her body.

Men are such animals, she thought. Ray was like an impatient stallion pawing at the ground to get into a mare.

Now he dropped his hands from her shoulders and cupped them over the cheeks of her ass.

She quivered in his arms. The feel of his hands on her ass always made her tremble.

Ray said, "How about it, honey? Let's go upstairs and relax awhile."

"But what about Emmylou? She'll be home soon."

"So what? She's smart enough to let us have some privacy. She's not a kid any more. Anyway, we'll lock the door and we won't be bothered."

"Well, all right, but only because you're leaving tomorrow."

"I'm dying for a go at that sweet pussy of yours!"

"Oh, bosh!"

"Feel it. Come on, put your hand on it."

She did as he asked. When he was turned on like this it was always easier to go along with him. She put her hand on the front of his pants and fingered the outline of his cock.

"The blinds aren't closed."

Ray chuckled. "Never mind the blinds, the nearest house is a mile away on the other side of the lake. You feel that?"

"Yes."

"Go on, pull the zipper down and bring it out."

He liked her to handle his cock. In the beginning she refused to do it, but then after some years she learned to do what he wanted. It was better that way. There was only so much she could refuse him. She would not take his cock in her mouth. She would not suck his prick. Just the idea of doing that made her sick.