Those married ones are the worst. They say they’ll love you for ever and then expect you to be somebody different or they shut off the sex.” “Wh...t are you talking about?” I steamed. “Look, Jen, you and I both know that our marriage is fucked. I was talking about us. We never talk, we never have sex. You want me to change into someone different. And I’ve tried to change, I really have. But, you know, I’d rather be me and take the consequences than be what you want me to be and be miserable.. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower turned on and I slumped to the floor. My entire body was flushed. Dawning on me was the fact that fighting with him turned me on. My panties were drenched and my pussy throbbed. Fighting with him had never turned me on before, why now? Groaning I leaned against the side of the bed. Listening to the shower run was calming me down as I zoned out. I regretted picking a fight over something so trivial as sex. I didn't even give him much to. As a peered around the corner of the door I could see them in a 69 with my wife on bottom facing the door. She couldn’t see me however cause of Jessie’s thigh on the side of her head. As I watched the two eagerly licking away at each others pussy, I dropped my pants and began to jack-off at the beautiful sight. This lasted for about ten mins till Jessie slowed her licking and began screaming from the pleasure that my wife was giving her. After her orgasm subsided she began to switch position, I.