“Faster, Mr. Reynolds, fuck me faster.” I start increasing my speed, in turn making me pound her harder. “Yes fuck me hard, harder, yes, yes!�...� My head hovers over her head, but I look down at my cock disappearing and reappearing between her legs. “I’m going to cum, Mr. Reynolds. I want you to cum with me.” I’m pounding her as fast and as hard as I could now, to a point where I’d be concerned if not for her moaning in pleasure and instructions to fuck her even harder. “I’m cumming, . .." Of course you can sweetie. Don't fight being what you are in this situation. You're her wimp husband. You love her. She loves you and wants your love as only a wimpy husband can do so. That's your secret and your strength to her dear. Now go save your marriage and keep your wife from possibly from leaving you."I kissed mom and thanked her for her advice before I left for home. On the way home I thought over every word of her advice and accepted her logic. I knew that the only way to. .” Rachael responded with a mischevious grin as I was led to my front door, “…I’d love to know how many women this man can satisfy in one go.”“I have plenty of friends who can help with that” Tiff winked as I unlocked it and was dragged inside.“Well, you’d better get arranging then. I like to share and the more the merrier” Rachael laughed, repeating my statement from earlier as we got into the living room. “Now, strip!” For my part, I hadn’t been able to utter a word since my orgasm, the night. The new owner was the president of GoDaddy and he’d spared no expense to draw a crowd. But, the place was so crowded to be enjoyable, so, we left. Later, we picked up some goodies we went to his home. We kicked back on the couch and chatted with his brother. Sue arrived and they all shared a joint. We continued our discussion on everything from world politics to fantasies. I wanted to stay all night, however, I had urgent family business to take care of. My friend graciously escorted me.