Right from the day the affair started I started working on a serious project that was all consuming and my sex drive nosedived. In fact, except a few ...ecking sessions I had no physical contact with my darling wife.Oh, so rude of me, my name is Kevin O'Toole and I am a 34 year old martial arts trainer. I am very high in demand and my clients generally were moviestars who were preparing for an action movie or who had just the knack of keeping fit. My wife Nicki is a former child model who was one. She looks gorgeous laid there before me, her body glistening in the candlelight. There is the merest hint of nervousness playing around the corners of her mouth, completely sublimated by the look of raw anticipation of what is surely to come in her beautiful sexy green eyes, as she looks at me….questioningly.Leaning over, I start to kiss her again, my fingers caressing her breasts and then on down her belly onto her pussy where they slide slowly along those soft wet lips. She starts to moan. .. this time without the interference of her panties, getting in the way.My fingers traced the outline of her pussy, fingering and gently tugging on her lips and running just along the inside of them. I didn't plunge into her depths and I purposely neglected her clit too, even though I knew that was what she wanted me to do. Her hands moved up to her hips, holding onto her dress and balling the material up in her hands."Good girl. Keep those hands away and let me play." Ohhh..."Becky did. Even though we have never been anything more than friends, there has always been tension there. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to kiss him. I wonder to myself if he will be the first boy I ever date. But he never gives me signs in wanting anything from me but friendship. “Look at you, Pipsqueak! You’re all grown up. I might have to find a new name for you.” “Don’t you dare, I’m just now getting used to this one. I can say the same for you. One winter, and you get all grown up on me.”.