Ah well, must needs make do.The guys were great fellows. They weren’t interested in rehashing what happened at Metek’at. They kept their talk to c...rrent training, bitching about hard-assed NCOs, and bragging about their concubines and kids. If not for the talk of concubines, I could have been a bar in Killeen, Texas or Ramstein, Germany. After a couple of more beers, they started drifting out, complaining about how their ‘old ladies’ would bitch and moan if they were out too late.After a few. Karin has always enjoyed being a sexy woman, but like most cases, she would never consent to it, leaving me with my fantasies and ever-growing imagination of what it would be like. Penthouse Magazine says, the number one fantasy of men today, above all others, is that of watching another man make love to his wife. It was nice to find out I wasn't alone, but I really did want it to become a reality.My wife's reasons were the classic. She felt that in reality I would never be able to handle it,. I knew then that my suspicions were correct. He had scored big time with my mother. On Tuesday as we finished my lesson, Mum returned from work. We got a cheery "Hello" instead of the usual "Oh, I'm so tired", she leaned over to give me a kiss on the head, a little too long, I felt movement behind me. She had an arm on him and I felt him moving slowly. Was the smug bastard stroking her butt? She extricated herself to invite him to stay for dinner. Jo joined us for dinner but had to leave. "Yes and I deserve it, I am being a real bitch to my husband aren't I?" said Carol who seemed close to tears."Darling, we cannot undo what we have done but are you saying that you want to stop?" said Duncan, getting more serious."That is the trouble, I do not want to stop I want more, I am addicted to you," said Carol."Looks like you will get a lot of canings then," laughed Duncan, trying to ease the seriousness again."That's another thing, I am a sixty-year-old woman that wants to have her.