Ummmm, maybe?
Anyway, long time ago, when I was in my early 30's, met a male customer who had just flown in from out of state to spend a couple of days training at my company. He arrived late afternoon so I met him at night at his hotel restaurant/bar area over a beer or two to welcome him and discuss agenda . In that era, hi tech executives wore suits, white shirts and tie (very different from today where they wear tee shirts, and jeans). At the table next to mine were two females, one in he late 40's and the other late 30's. Older one was dressed in high end business attire, (black dress suit with pearls, trim small tits and not ugly but not pretty either. She had wedding rings on. From the snippets I overheard she was involved in some sort of pyramid selling scheme, I forget maybe jewelry, where you host house parties to sell stuff (jewelry?) and recruit other to host parties (and you get a cut and they recruit others, etc).
Anyway, my guy left and the other younger woman left and I was finishing my beer. She smiled at me and asked if she could join me. She told me how successful she was, most of here earning were cash, how she made so much more money than her husband. After a couple more drinks she was saying how her husband resented her success and had ignored her sexually for past year.
Hmmmm, well I said "I could help with that" and off to the Commack Motor Inn where she proceeded to f**k my brains out. Between sessions (while I was recovering for the next bout) she would tell me how successful she was and during the sessions while I was pounding away she would be saying in my ear "you like f**king a hot gramdma, tell me how you like it" and this is what my husband is missing out on" and stuff along those lines. Total whack job — right out of psych 101.
Anyway, she wouldn't give me her # (didn't want her husband to answer - no cell phones back then) but took mine. Over the year from time to time she would give me a call at my apartment (from a pay phone)
Always after 10pm on a weekday (and after one of her parties and dressed in her "see what a successful business woman I am" attire ) were she would ask to come over. She would sometimes open her purse to show me wads of cash and always whisper the weird dirty talk during sex specially how her husband was missing out.
I never knew when she would call, maybe once a week.
Lasted a couple months until I got bored with her.