The pussy power

The warm Cabo sun felt beautiful on my skin, so friendly so relaxing, I could feel the stress of today melting away. The sound of the surf crashing on the beach below our villa balcony, so private, I love laying there naked. As I sip a glass of chilled wine, I try to go backward and recall the recent events.

My husband Trent and I arrived last night on our jet from Carmel; we always loved spending time at our villa here in Cabo. Two years ago, we met in Las Vegas while I was working as a dancer. I was twenty-eight, and he was seventy-one quite a difference, but we found we both enjoyed bondage and leather.
I always wanted a good life, and he wanted a trophy wife, so we married after a brief engagement. I moved from Vegas into the oceanfront home in Carmel, complete with cook, maid, and driver. I loved the pampering, not to say unlimited spending.

Life was beautiful, due to his age, our sex life was not the most satisfying, Viagra helped some but not enough to satisfy me. I found other ways of pleasure which sufficed.
We loved Cabo because we had no staff there and could act out our fantasies. It didn’t take much to satisfy him, and I enjoyed the leather.