It went on for about a year and a half while we lived in the village.When my husband was at work he'd visit and i had to take his big erect thing many many times,compared to my darling husbands it was monsterously huge and thick and he knew how to use it inside me too,i suspect i was not this arrogant lechers first (or last) victim,but i didn't care and it still excites me to remember it all. He'd fuck me in our bed and at the vicarage too and make me take his awful tasting horrible penis in my mouth and make me swallow his semen,it tasted awful but i had to swallow it all i recall.I was more than willing to go along with the aging perverts whims though.The most awful thing he used to do was insisting on putting his thing into my bottom,it was too big and it hurt,but he enjoyed it greatly and i had to take it often during that time,sometimes i'd lay in bed at night next to my husband with my back passage burning from a session with that wicked man who had ejaculated between my cheeks that afternoon.