We talked for a while about work and our lives. Eventually the subject of sex came up, I don’t remember how but it did. I mentioned that my sex life...with Cindy was becoming boring. She asked me if I had told Cindy how I feel and I said of chores not. I may not be a genius but I know better than to tell my wife that fucking her has become boring. Karla kept trying to convince me to talk it over with Cindy but I kept telling her no. I figure that when work lightens up or if we have a baby then. I leaned forward and dropped an explosive load on her chest. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I was starting to come back to reality. She reached over and grabbed some cloth and wiped up her chest.“Let me clean you off. Come here.” I approached her and she reached out for my cock and wiped it clean. Within 30 seconds I had a full-fledged boner again. I wanted more but then she just dropped it and that was that. “Wow, you really had to get that stuff out didn’t you? Thank you for carrying. ‘What you didn’t like me down there?’ My voice is husky as it delivers my first words of the day. ‘Nah, that was fine… more than fine…. it was nice. I can just think of better positions for you.’ My reply is lost or perhaps given, in a deep passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around your back, pulling you closer. You respond to my fervor and suddenly I find myself pinned beneath you. ‘Hey, that’s not fair! I wasn’t prepared! I can totally take you.’ I punctuate my protests with kisses. ‘Funny,. She was at their house a lot. My mom was often there by herself, and my dad was working in Detroit and Ottowa, He would come up on weekends to putter around, get drunk. During the week, Katie was my mom's friend and companion and helped her with all kinds of things. I was sitting all squeezed up to Katie in the back of my mom's car. I was with her in the back seat of my mother's car with my brother driving around the various bars and clubs on the island, Roger and Karen getting more drunk, but.