My wife, my marriage, and what ever dignity I had left. "From what I understand from your wife, you're a first time cucky?" "Yeah, I guess you could s...y that." "How are you feeling?" The question was not one that I wanted to answer with a stranger, especially one that was going to be fucking my wife. So I just said, "Okay, I suppose." "Okay? I am not new to this. You are anything but okay. It is ripping you in half thinking that your wife wants me to give her what you can't, a big black cock.. No one do better than you. You gain days. Good days. I make peace. Leave messages. Spend time you. Have hope."We didn't have any conversations that long again; Prof couldn't physically or mentally participate for that long. I was starting to have increasingly long and serious lapses too.There were conversations that Prof and I chose not to have. He wanted no recriminations or "If only" regrets, so I kept those conversations within my head. Prof set the tone that we weren't going to have. We lay in each other's arms for a while before I saw the clock andrealized it was getting late. Kissing him tenderly I made him promise notto get up and went and called a cab. I am sure he wanted me to stay thenight. I wanted him to understand though that we were just fuck buddiesat this point. Plus I had something else still to do tonight. I made ithome just before 1 and was curled up on the couch when Bailey got homefrom work. She took one look at me and smiled at my Cheshire cat. One thing lead to another and I unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her boobs through her silky cute bra. I quickly undid her bra to reveal her beautiful perk boobs with nipples standing hard. She grabbed my head and puched my head down and demanded I suck her boobs and licking them which made her moan and get that bit wetter. I was rock solid by this point and couldn't deal with it so lead her to the bedroom to which we both stripped. She was laying on the bed and I was kissing my way down her.