The glowing light faded from it, revealing the silver sheen of the blade, a brighter burnish than steel could achieve. Gold clad the crossguard, sweep...ng upward from my hands like living flames, molded as the sword was reshaped. The grip felt perfect for my hand, shifting, like it was still molten for a heartbeat and then solidified to the mold of my hand as I squeezed tight. Whatever power held it aloft ended with my orgasm.I lowered the blade, staring at it, feeling the weight. The balance. I have shared the idea with my wife and she seems to like it but thinks it is a fantasy. On many occasions she said that she is going to test me to see how real I am about the idea of watching her sliding another mans dick up and down her pussy. She never knew that I was ready for the test and I am passed that. Time went on and I decided to take the incentive myself and put me to the test the way she would want to. I had to be very creative so she can agree without making her feel pushed to do. Hamaaree rishta din par din ek dusare se gahra hota chala gaya aur hum dheere – dheere ab ek dusare ke shaareerik garmi ko mahasoos karne lage.Hum jab bhee ek doosare ko aapas mein masti karte hue chhoo dete to pure tan – man mein ajab si karant uchal padatee thee . Ab jab hamaare is ehsaas ka asal ka matalab samajh aane laga to ek din is maze mein doobata hue jab ek doosare ko chhoo rahe the to main ruka nahin .Us din hum kisi khaas baat ke lie shahar se door aaye hue the jahaan koi nahi tha. I went to bed each day and I woke up each day still in my new life. Gradually I became convinced that I was there to stay, that I wouldn't suddenly wake up again back in 1999. This was an idea that used to terrify me once I became used to being back in my teens.Of course there were things I missed. Modern music for one. I longed painfully sometimes to hear a little alternative rock or modern heavy metal instead of what I considered to be golden oldies. I missed some of the conveniences I'd.