I moved closer and put my hand on his thigh, he smiled and said “I’ve never done anything like this before”, I could sense his naivety so I plac...d my left arm around his shoulders, as we caressed each other’s thighs. Another 5 minutes or so had passed as I moved his head closer to me and leaned in and kissed him, no tongues just kisses, he kissed me back.Three or so minutes passed by and I whispered in his ear “Lift your arms up” as he did I pulled his T shirt over his head, his man boobs were. Besides, he is your husband – your choice, not mine – so we almost had to let him get his rocks off. You’ll never get that cage on him if his little dicklet stays as hard as it was!” Cage? What the fuck? I didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but before I could ponder it further he groaned and announced his own imminent climax. He pushed hard into her, his cock going deep, fully sheathed in her snug pussy as he came. He closed his eyes and roared as he spurted into her, firing rope after rope. She used to laugh at myjokes, suck my cock (no cum-swallowing - icky, dirty), wear skirts,stockings and heels and let me fuck her twice a day. Now she thinks she'sheard all my jokes, wears pants unless we're going to a wedding, and hasdisappeared off my radar screen on sex.What happened? Who knows? But it's all too common. Women get comfortableand think they don't need to look out for their man's needs. He's expectedto give without taking.I thought about having an affair, but that's a lot of. I walked home with Aggie, and at the garden gate she looked both ways to check no-one was around then kissed me quickly on the cheek before disappearing through the gate and into her house.My heart was fluttering on my way home, feelings I'd long supressed were stirring yet again, this girl was going to cause me trouble, but to be honest I had decided that she was most probably worth it.On Sunday I saw Aggie waiting in the graveyard as I emerged from church, she was from a Catholic family so I.