While this was happening, my marriage was crumbling around me. My wife was beautiful. When we got married I thought I was the luckiest man in the worl.... My wife did not think she was as fortunate. Our relationship was always more important to me than to her. When my career did not go anywhere, my wife did not let me forget it. The fact that I worked hard at a job I did not like for a boss who did not like me did not matter to her. She valued results, not effort.When my wife found a man whose. I walked into the bedroom to find my slut waiting for me on the bed. As per my instructions of half an hour ago, she was wearing a tight black halter top cut so low that it almost exposed her nipples, a shiny red leather miniskirt, and a pair of knee-covering black leather "fuck me" boots, with her standard five-inch heels. The top was pushed down to expose her pert breasts, and the skirt was pushed up to her waist, exposing her damp pussy. Excellent."Doggie style, bitch," I commanded. Suzi. ..satisfied?” ...Was my therapist asking me I was getting any? This was definitely veering away from the usual territory of our discussions. “Um, yes,” I answered. “But for me it’s secondary.” “Secondary?” “Yeah. It’s just not that important to me. I’m more interested in making her feel good. I can take it or leave it.” “I see...” she trailed off, and for the first time in the conversation she looked away from me. She seemed to be struggling with something in her mind. I’m sure I. I remember seeing the photo of him naked myself and couldn’t believe the size of his cock. Ever since Monica got those naked pictures she debated about baking out of this and perhaps finding a man a little more less endowed. But it was Roger’s charm and handsome appearance that Monica seemed most attracted to. Once we met him at the club he shook my hand first as I introduced my wife to him. He seemed very educated and extremely polite. I could tell he was trying not to stare at Monica while I.