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Rachel lay in bed, unsatisfied as always. The vivacious forty-three-year-old mother of two teenagers watched as Tom, her husband of 20 years, put on his pants with a grin on his face. He had enjoyed their brief sexual encounter. The routine that she had grown bored of was satiating for him. He touched her tits, she stroked his cock, he told her to suck his prick, which she obediently did, and the piece de resistance: he fucked her gently and came soon after. All done. That experience would be their sex for a week or two, depending on Tom’s schedule.
My son used to bring Alex over to our house when he was younger. Even at 14 years old, his toothy grin and cheerful disposition made everyone around him feel good. We passed each other in the hall during his sleepovers at our house and when I made breakfast for all the kids the next morning, I used to wink at him when he smiled at me. As the years passed, I saw less of Alex. My son made friends with other kids in the new neighbourhood after we moved to a nearby town.