They played in and out of our mouths. Our hands slid up and down our bodies. When our lips finally parted, she slid her arms between us and pressed my...suit-coat over and off my shoulders. She caught it and hung it on a hook. She turned and loosened my tie.I untied the ribbon at her waist, and pushed the gown off her shoulders, tossing it onto the bench where her clothes were stacked.She grabbed my belt and unhooked it, unbuttoned the top of my pants, and lowered my zipper. She reached inside. "Well..." she continued more softly, " ... two of them stopped ... um ... making demands on me. For sex, I mean. I even asked one of them if something was wrong ... asked him if I could give him a blowjob or something. But Terry and Tom simply refused to demand anything from me at all ... except office work, I mean. And Tim ... well, Tim not only took me twice in his office that day ... once bent over the arm of his couch and once with me straddling him in his chair ... but then he ordered me. I could bring Bob in; maybe he could do one of those relaxation exercises for you."She blushed and said, "I don't think that would work."I grinned and said, "You're saying being with Bob wouldn't exactly ease your tension at this point?"She was trying hard not to smile. "Not exactly."I took her hand. "Rebecca, all kidding aside, I'm very happy for you. I'm sure Michael would be happy, and Amy will be doing cartwheels when I tell her. How's your boss taking it?"She laughed. "Rod? He's going out. We both had experiencing marriages that lacked closeness wasn’t just only sexual, but for both of us, it included a basic lack of ‘nearness’. We both longed to be held, to be desired and to recapture some of the excitement that existed earlier in our respective courtships. Yes, we also talked about making love to each other. I would get so aroused as we did. Her thoughts, her words and her sentiments were extremely titillating. I wasn’t used to a woman who talked openly about sex and who was.