I used him badly!But now, he is a two sport star and can have his pick of cheerleaders, yet he still chooses to cling to the hope that I would become ...is 'girl'.It's not like I didn't date him, off and on, but we really had nothing in common. He was a gentleman though, and never even went up my shirt!I figured that when my first time came, it would be a boy (or a man) who would know how to turn me on, then dominate me such that I would gladly have his baby!Mom was working, so we had the party. The nightmares he had coming back from the Pacific had made any relationship impossible the first few years and even though they were now few and far in-between, he still had felt self-conscious about it. Being with Cindy, though, he felt good. Comfortable wasn’t the right word for it implied something to be taken for granted. ‘A woman that would love me…’ Or, was it just a sense of gratitude? ‘Why am I worrying about it now?’ While his mind was rumbling through it’s own serious doubts, Cindy. Baby... stop.. please. I stopped, looking back at him.. asking him what was wrong. Nothing he says, only I want to fill your pussy with my cum, not your mouth. So with that, I moved off of him and was on all 4's! He got on his knees as I bent all the way over. He rubbed the wetness all over the outside of my pussy and onto my clit. Slowly, he slid his hard cock in me. He felt amazing. He sorta laid on me, reaching around and playing with my hard nipples. I fell him pull back and start. Me: “Do you want to see him again”Wife: “I think I do”Me: “So see him again, are you going to tell him I know”Wife: “Not yet, it’s exciting that he thinks I am cheating on you”Me: “Ok”She tells him yes and they set up another date. This goes on for a few months, he has no idea I know. My wife decides she wants to make things a little more exciting. She takes a day off work without telling me, it’s the middle of the week, so for me it is a regular day. I get up for work, iron clothes,.