When I got married I was certain it was for life; I loved this beautiful girl more than life itself. What I had not planned on was the fact that there...are millions of beautiful women and many of them are searching for a little fun. To make matters worse my wife was something of a prude in bed; never would she allow my lips near her pussy or my finger near her anus nor would she ever take my cock in her mouth, this was not true of many of the women I met in the local bars. I could have accepted. "I love you as my mother, but, ...." Oh please don't" she blurted."I think I love you, ... as Judy." She began to shake her head. "I love you as, ... a lover." No. You can't. We can't. We mustn't." I can't help it." I told her. "I want you that way."There was a long silence where she kept slowly shaking her head. She looked like she was trying to convince herself more than me. "I would love to be your lover. Take you to my bed. Make love to you." She continued to listen, shaking her head the. It was then I realised she was gently taking the proverbial and the dammed woman had got me blushing again. She said “Look, I really do miss my husband and especially the physical side of life, so how much of your compliments were because you just wanted to bed me and how much was it to appease my daughter?” I replied that “in truth it started as appeasing Margaret” as before that, though I had thought her attractive I had suppressed all sexual feelings towards her, believing she would not. I smiled at him and said hello. I guess I wanted to be picked up. Wow, was there a difference in my thought patterns. It doesn't happen much, I treat people as people, but a female reaction happens just because it can now. Probably some of the more feminine thoughts and actions were hidden from my male self.I looked in the mirror, today, as my hair was almost dry. It fell down to my neck in curls. It helped me look pretty. How I wish that those curls could stay that way. Even hair spray doesn't.