Any fool could plainly see that a single adult woman was more independent than a married woman, and Diane was far from a fool.She was also responsive ...s hell. Maybe that would argue for him. Marriage might bring less independence than she desired, but it could also bring a dependable series of orgasms. The longer they went on, the more she was likely to see that as a benefit. He just had to push the sex until she came to consider it a necessity and keep the love in the background until. I sniffed my armpits and wasn't too revolted.I nearly chickened out, though.I was half minded to go home even though it meant getting drenched on the way; now that the moment of being invited to share a girls bed had finally arrived, I was horribly nervous.I went back into Sian's bedroom. She had got out of her clothes and into bed. I noticed with great relief that she was wearing a large teeshirt as a nightshirt, though I could see her nipples sticking into the fabric. I took off my shirt and. My heart sank when she confirmed my fears. Not only was she seeing someone else, she was seeing a man that could pleasure her more than I could ever imagine. I cried, took time to process it all and with my tail between my legs begged her not to leave me. This must be where she realized she had all the power in our marriage. She took time to think about it and spoke with me on Sunday. She affirmed me that she was still in love with me but needed satisfaction in bed. She wanted a man with. Dragging her mud-caked sneakers over the carpet, tossing her jacket into the corner, she entered Mary’s apartment and her life. “You must be Sandy?” Mary continued, determined to hold on to civility. She liked keeping her place tidy. She picked up the jacket, got a hanger, and looked at the other girl’s ample frame, the sweaty t-shirt, torn jeans, gorgeous round ass cheeks. Wait, what was she thinking? “Um, so nice to meet you.” Sandy snapped her gum in response and started opening doors. .