Wasn't my wife, but I had an affair with a true redhead that lasted a couple of years. We were both married to other people at the time. She had a beautiful, thick-standing, tangerine colored muff . . . some of the time. It came and went depending on her mood. A mother of two, she was 5'8", had little teacup titties, wide womanly hips, a perfectly flat stomach, that gorgeous muff, and was 40 years old.
She was enthusiastic, athletic, adventurous and wild in bed. Multi-orgasmic; she'd come 10 times by the time I finally hosed her down. I say "finally," because she made so much noise that I sometimes found it difficult to concentrate over her porn star yelping long enough to get my nut. She'd leave a dinner plate-sized wet spot on the bed from her constant, copious orgasms. That woman well and truly loved to fuck. I helped her out with that need as often as I could for two straight years. Public flashing and nudity, bondage, adult theaters . . . nothing seemed to be off limits, and she never wore any underwear. Ever.
She was highly intelligent and a social extrovert, with a dash of crazy thrown in for good measure. I still think about her from time to time.
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