I can’t keep pretending. A part-time love affair isn’t what I want.” “But…” Gaynor cut me short, wrapping a hand over my mouth. “No! Be...honest with yourself Richard, it’s not normal.” She withdrew her hand. “I can’t go out with you, not really go out with you. I can’t go to your golf club, to dinners and dances, can’t meet your friends or your kids, go on holiday, exchange Christmas and birthday presents. All the normal things. Don’t you see that? Don’t you see how it all makes me desperately. Middle Eastern Boy took his mouth off my cock, and not a moment too soon. A split second later, a jet shot across my chest. Then came another, followed by a third.“Oh fuck!” I gasped as I felt my orgasm reach its height, then slowly subside. The other boys stopped what they were doing to watch. As soon as the last bit of cum was out of me, my whole lower body twitched.“Mm,” Chad said as he gave me another kiss. “Looks like you liked that.”“Holy shit, yes,” I said. Chad had known about my. Tracey would twist until she was on her back and then pull me on top of her and we’d make slow love. On those mornings, it wasn’t about reaching orgasm, it was simply enjoying the feeling of being together, our bodies united. In my apartment one morning, after our lovemaking, she had eased out of bed and into the shower, thinking that I had fallen back asleep. I knew from experience that I’d have about thirty minutes as she got ready. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen and whipped. After the fishing trip recounted in an earlier chapter, where Becky learned to really love trouser trout (plural) for the first time in her life, she was content to wait for her husband’s tales of tail when he returned.She had settled back into her familiar persona of housewife and mother but now with a secret and exciting side. Their marriage bed saw more and better action. Any mention of “The Trip” got juices flowing. They were both happier and even the kids thought they were more fun.At the.