I needed to tell someone this story and this is probably a good way to do it. My husband is forty-three and I am forty-one. We went on a weekend trip with my younger sister and her husband, who are thirty and thirty-two. We rented a cabin by the lake. We were drinking and playing cards, but I so wanted to have sex that I excused myself and whispered into my husband's ear that I would be waiting for him in our room. I took off my clothes, put on my pink thong, and lay on my stomach. Moments later, he entered. I didn't turn around to see what he was up to. He grabbed my buttocks, squeezed them, and then began licking me. I realized it was not my husband, but my sister's. I was not able to stop him and let him go all the way through.
— Olivia, 41