I wondered if she laughed like this with Brendan. I kinda had the idea that he could be a little dull and that she had a better time with me. I pushed...the thought from my mind. “No, that wasn’t what I was thinking. I was going to say that if we stop at my place I could pick up…,” she paused, “some….things.” I felt myself begin to smile but Stacy pretended not to notice, seeming to be a little shy again. I agreed that it sounded like a good idea and headed towards her house. I pulled up around. We still made love but not as often as before. As the years went by my husband’s company began doing so well that I could have quit and stayed home as his country club trophy wife. My husband is twenty five older than me and I’m still the same size and shape I was when we met, but I knew that I would go crazy without my sex adventures when I traveled. My husband began working and traveling a lot more and we barely saw each other. When he was home he was usually too tired to have sex. He cut out. ‘Steve, you’re so mean,’ she said teasing him. ‘What do you think?’ She asked of Nina. She held my cock in her hands as if offering it for inspection. Nina reached out and ran her hand up and down the length and then pinched the head between her fingers milking pre-cum from the slit. ‘I think he’s going to be a whole lot of fun Amanda.’ She then put her fingers to her lips, tasted the pearl liquid and said, ‘yeap, I think you’re going to really enjoy this one.’ I couldn’t move. I am not even. She wondered what he would do if she walked into the living room naked and just sat and watched TV on the couch. What would he do if she climbed on to his lap and started grinding her pussy into him. There was a knock on the bedroom door."Stacy, you decent?" Craig's voice came from the other side."No." she thought to her self, I'm not decent. I just got done fucking myself with a thick, hard vegetable and am covered in my own pussy juice and spit. "No, I'm about to shower!" she called from her.