I did not want to go through with this. I did not get a good vibe from this Chad guy. While it was hot viewing them on the dance floor at Luxies, I ha... no desire to see my wife with another man. I did love and trust Ashley though. She had never pushed me into something I couldn't handle. Besides, I knew I had an out. So with all these conflicting thoughts, I took another deep breath and entered the car through the driver door. Ashley and Chad were in the back kissing, passionately lost with. It was almost evening, lunch has extended for 5 hrs, I was sympathetic to her, but still the sexual discussion made me hell hard, she recognize this, we went to a single screen theatre, as the lights got off, ishiqa came in between my legs, the zip went off, my cock was hard as hell, and the lady was hungry as It can get, she stroked it rhythmically, taking the shaft in her mouth, girls have given me blow jobs, but no body was not even remote what ishiqa was giving here, in a seedy theatre, in. He said he loved me, but he was keen enough to share my body with all and sundry. He said that I only had to say no, but 'no' was not a word that I used much or with any conviction. Just occasionally, when I was stoned enough and the sex was better than usual, it was good enough to blank out the pain of loss for a few hours.We saw the 1960's out and the 1970's with a huge party, a last hurrah for my old family home before contracts were exchanged and I moved out of the house in which I was. She appreciated the offer to actually sleep together first."Charles?" Yes?" Thank you." She put her leg over his, her arm across his chest, her head alongside his, resting on his shoulder. They slept.The next morning she woke and took a moment to remember. She had slept, just slept, with Charles. There was still time. She had a few more minutes to think. He was asking her to share his life. And such a life. And she could give that all to Benji. Charles wanted love. Now that the door had opened.