First I must apologise for any confusion. I am not the same Carole who is having such a good time with her hot tub. It does sounds like fun! At the time this happened I was twenty seven and had been married to John for five years. Ten stone, five foot five, curvy with biggish boobs (me, not John). No children despite trying for most of the five years. John’s brother Dave’s wife had left him and he was feeling very sorry for himself, but on Friday night while John walked to dog to the pub for a couple of hours I succeeded in doing as I was told, and got the best seeing-to that I have had for a long time. John had to get up early for work on the Saturday morning. I rose with him, we showered, he grabbed a coffee and left, telling me to carry on the good work cheering up Dave, who seemed much brighter when he (John) got back from the pub. I had woken up feeling as horny as hell. Yesterday’s session had really got me going. It was about two weeks since my last period and I am always ready for it at this time of the month. So as soon as John had gone I took two cups of coffee upstairs. I changed from my respectable towelling dressing gown, replaced it with my very far from respectable see-through robe, and took the cups into Dave’s room. He was awake, lying on his back, uncovered to the waist. The sight of his lightly-haired chest did nothing to calm me down. As I put the cups down he moved his hand onto my bottom and stroked me under my gown. I pulled the covers off to reveal his erect prick. I just knelt on the edge of the bed, leant forward and took him straight into my mouth. As I worked on him he grasped my hips and manhandled me until I was kneeling astride his face, then he put his mouth and nose onto my cunt. “Mmm. You smell nice.” He said – it’s a long time since John has said anything like that – and that was the last we said for some time. He worked on me, his mouth sucking my clit whilst his tongue rubbed it, and his nose inside the entrance to my vagina. I don’t know how he breathed. Very soon I was cumming. I came down from the high but he kept going and I orgasmed another two – or was it three? – times. I energetically sucked his prick and balls, rubbing him at the same time, but after yesterday’s exercise he was able to keep from cumming while this went onHowever, eventually he broke away and told me that he was close, and please would I climb on top of him. I quickly changed position and impaled myself on his stiff cock. He slipped the robe off of my shoulders ; I had not thought to remove it in my need for sex. As I worked up and down, alternately leaning forward to brush my breasts on his chest, and sitting upright, leaning back slightly, with his cock buried as far in me as it could go and his hands playing with my tits and squeezing my very stiff nipples, I came again. Then I felt his cock get even bigger, and spasm several times as he shot another load into my cervix. I collapsed beside him on the bed. The coffee was cold but we drank it anyway. As we lay there playing with each others bodies he thanked me for the sessions last night and just now. He told me it was the first serious sex that he had had for a couple of years. His ex-wife had gone off it, and only allowed the occasional straight session without showing any interest. For the last six months he had had nothing at all apart from what his hand could provide. I had restored his confidence in his sexuality by enjoying him so much. I thanked him, telling him that although John and I have regular sex a lot of the fun has gone out of it because we are always thinking about whether this time will be it – a baby. Dave was concerned that I wasn’t protected, but I told him that I was certain it was my fault so not to worry about it. So he didn’t. By now I had woken up willy and he climbed on top and we had a very pleasant lazy missionary fuck. I came a couple more times before he unloaded yet again. Then it was time to get up, clean ourselves, and get ready for John’s return for lunch. That afternoon we all relaxed in the garden. I spent some time wondering how I was going to cheer up Dave again before he went home.