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I didn't hear from Jodi or Phil. I missed his cock, but I was happy that they might have resolved their problems. I was jealous that she got to suck it: all of it.

The other thing that happened and I'm not sure if it was Barb, Hannah or Jodi, but over the next few months women came up to me and asked me if I'd do their husbands. The story was the same: they were too old; they were no longer interested; it hurt to fuck; whatever, but their husbands still wanted it.

Yes, I still had the itch, but no, I was not going to fuck their husbands. I wasn't going to wreck someone's marriage. I was happy for Jodi and Phil.

I was embarrassed that somehow, I'd developed a reputation.

I had friends on the west coast of Florida who'd suggested on numerous occasions that I move. It was time: Naples was nice.

Six months after my last rendezvous with Phil in the Keys I moved into a lovely cottage north of Naples. It had a secluded pool in back, where on occasion after dark, I went skinny dipping.

My friends there fixed me up with dates. They were disasters: lousy fucks, pre-mature ejaculation, small, almost useless cocks. Same old, same old.

Part of the problem was me. I compared every date to Phil. He was so handsome. Then there was his big cock and his non-stop fucking and his delicious cock. I used that dildo that Jodi bought me all the time.

For you ladies that use one: it's just not the same, is it? It'll do, but no, it's not like getting fucked. Sure, I make myself cum, but it's not like what a man does to me. One afternoon, I'd just come back from the pool, taken a shower and gotten dressed when my doorbell rang.

My heart skipped a beat, I almost fainted when I looked through the security hole. Standing there, holding a bouquet of roses was Phil.

I opened the door and look around. Was Jodi with him? No. "Hi, Julie, Jodi and I got divorced. I drove over from Miami. I hope you're not seeing anyone."

"No, I'm not seeing anyone. Come in."

We talked for a while. Phil explained why he split with Jodi. I was pleased to hear that he wasn't so shallow as to leave her because of all the weight she'd gained. And it wasn't because of me.

Okay, okay, I know what you want to hear. Did we end up in bed?

Yes, we did and we didn't leave it until Phil's cock didn't respond. It was all me. My pussy could not get enough of his cock. That itch that my pussy has could not be satisfied. We fucked and then fucked some more; always with Phil on top. I insisted.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck my pussy. Give it to me good. My pussy needs your cock. I've missed your cock." "Your pussy loves my big cock, doesn't it?"

"Oh God, Phil, it does. Please don't stop. Pound my pussy with your big cock. Cum for me, baby. Fill my pussy with your cum."

When Phil and I went to the Keys, it felt like he was fucking me and of course, he was married. Even though, I had Jodi's permission, I had some sense of guilt.

Now, there was no guilt, and it felt like Phil was making love to me. At first, it was as if he was making love to my pussy, which was fine with me, but as the days went by, it was as if he was making love to me; all of me.

That doesn't mean there was pussy eating. Phil had never expressed any interest in that, and of course, I'd rather have a cock in my pussy than his tongue.

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