’ ‘Do you?’ ‘Geez, Lynn,’ I sighed, rolling my eyes. ‘Honestly? I never thought about it. I mean, I guess she’s attractive and everythin..., but I just don’t go there when I think about her. Does that make sense?’ ‘So go there,’ she said as if it was nothing. ‘She’s cute, isn’t she? I mean, I always thought so and lots of other guys do.’ ‘I prefer blondes,’ I pointed out because Georgia had long, curly hair and a deep, almost olive tone to her skin. ‘Her tits are bigger than mine.’ ‘You’ve got a. " Was that before or after she impaled herself on my cock in front of you?" .... plus" my wife added, seeming to ignore my sarcastic comment, ...."I'm not ready to let you know exactly who she is. You see, you could possibly recognize her."With that, my wife leaned down and took my entire length into her mouth, sucking me like no one ever has before! I closed my eyes an was enjoying this when she suddenly stopped."There's so much more that I want to do with her" my wife said. "And more that she. I keep staring at him and every once in a while he looks up and I smile at him again. Now he knows I'm staring at him and he keeps smiling, event when he's looking down at his newspaper. He's looking up at me more and more often.That's perfect, I've got his interest! Next time he looks up at me, he finds me playing with my hair and gently biting my lip. He stares longer than the other times. I look around us, left to right, and no one is paying attention to us. I slide my hand down from my hair. Oh well. Baby steps."Did you tell him?" Dr. Susan prompted."Yes, I did." And?"Jane thought back to that night. After sex the second time (twice!!), they were laying in bed together, just talking - something they used to do all the time, but which recently had gotten rarer and rarer."Ted?" She asked, her voice quavering a little."Yes?" I'll need your 'help' more often." Sure, whatever you'd like." I mean, I've been told ... ah ... I mean, I want your help," she emphasized the word, "no less than.