I’d always thought that my wife was mostly sensible and level-headed – and now she was spouting complete drivel. Maybe she had scrambled her brain...on that closet door.“Helen, how the heck do you work THAT one out?”“I was afraid that you were getting bored with making love with me! We were both so inexperienced when we met, and I’ve never been with anyone else, so I don’t know all the ways to please you. I was worried that we might be missing out, that our loving might be getting too vanilla, so. She just looked at me with tearfilled eyes whispering now, “ no, no, noooo, you didn‘t, you shouldn‘t have.” I held my rock hard cock deep inside her as her womb convulsed, sucked, and drained every drop of cum from me. As I finished cumming inside of her I started to pull my cock out , there was a loud pop as her cervix reluctantly released the head of my cock. As my cock slid back out of her a long string of my thick sticky semen trailed down her inner thigh. She just laid there on the bed. She called and asked if I could come over to her house and cut the grass and other yard work. I told her that I could probably come over tomorrow in the am.The next day, I went over to Jean’s later in the morning to see about cutting her grass. It was already 80 degrees with a cloudless sky. When I arrived at Jean’s house, I went to the garage where the mower and weed eater were stored. I gassed up the weed eater and then began trimming in the front yard. When I finished the front yard. I. I notice you aren't wearing a bra, so I guess I would put out my hand and touch your breasts." Just like that. Not even try to kiss me first?" Kissing is for... I'm not sure. Allison we're not falling in love. We're having an affair. Is that the right word? Actually we're not, but if we were, it's not cheating since Jim and Lindsey are doing the same thing and know what we are doing, or thinking of doing. So would it be an affair or a sexual encounter, or what? Anyway that's why I probably.