Now it’s December 1993. I’m 33 years old, Nancy and I have been married for eight and a half years, our son just turned five and we’ve been in t...e house for sixteen months. Nancy asked me to go through some of my boxes of stuff stored in the utility room to make room for ‘more storage.’ If by this you think my stuff had to go to make more room for her stuff, you obviously have a deep and solid understanding of female logic. Give yourself a gold star. So I pulled down a large box. Inside I found. She knew I was watching. She could almost see the lust in my eyes, even though she never once acknowledged my existence. I could see her adjust her hair and expose her delicious, almost edible neck to me. My cock forgot what it felt like to not be hard, as it continuously throbbed. I had to keep my bag firmly over it to avoid completely confessing my perversion. This routine would continue everyday, with her dragging her fingers across her body... Slowly dragging her skirt higher up and letting. And I hope you’ll just let it go, please.”“I want you to tell me, but I won’t force you to.”“Compromise?” I asked.“What?”“I’ll tell her counselor everything.”“I suppose that will have to do. You’re obviously VERY uncomfortable with what she said. Let me ask this; was it about someone I need to worry about?”“No. Not at all. Trust me on that, please.”“You’re sure? I mean absolutely sure?”She suspected something but I couldn’t decide what it was. I thought about it for a few seconds and my mind. He suggested that maybe we could get together for a drink and see if there was any chemistry between us. You all know how much I love playing with young guys. His name is Roger and he is 25 years old and had recently left the Marine Corps. We arranged to meet at the bar at a local restaurant. My hubby and I arrived a bit early and had our traditional beer and nacho’s as we waited for Roger’s arrival. Almost to the minute, Roger walked thru the front door. I was pleasantly surprised to see that.