In my previous marriage, we went through financial difficulties. We had rented an annex in a house owned by a 50-year-old widower; I was 30 and she was 25. After a month, during summer nights, we would sit in the backyard and talk openly about everything. One night, he confessed that what he missed most was sex; he had already resorted to prostitutes, but they didn't satisfy him. Since we had already had a few beers and were already hot, I approached my wife and lifted her top, exposing her breasts. "Francisco, do you want to try this?" My wife just kept saying, "Oh man, oh man, be quiet." Francisco, with that sight, immediately stood up and started groping her breasts. With the alcohol, the heat, and seeing the bulge in Francisco's shorts, he started touching him and ended up giving him a blowjob, which didn't last long, as he came immediately. Months and months of two-on-one sex with him and three-on-one with me followed. We don't earn money but we save a lot and enjoy more