Married to a sex addict -- my God, what would her friends think?'My friends, how many of them has he screwed?" Do I know any of these... women?" she a...ked, hating herself for asking, yet feeling a great need to know the truth.John was dialing Dr. Gladstone's office and the receptionist answered just as his wife asked the volatile question. He held up a hand as if to ward Argie off, then pointed to the phone.Argie crossed her arms and although fuming, remained quiet, preferring to speak to his. Oh, but those memories were so outnumbered by the others. They filled my mind. Happy pictures of my children in school recitals and plays and church cantatas and choirs. The steps up from every level from kindergarten to Law School. Academy graduations and Commissioning Ceremonies and Doctorial Vestings. Awards and presentations ranging from perfect attendance at Catholic Youth to Medals of valor and Service, Police and Military and Medical and so many more.Even those were crowded out by the. In all the many times I had gone out in public, I had never seen someone that I knew in my ordinary life. Her name was Sheila and she used to work for a company I worked for about three years ago. She was a store manager for an outlet store we had in Secaucus, and now she was in a bar obviously drunk and was flirting with Julie and I. When I told Julie, she laughed and she told me not to worry, she would never recognize me. When we returned from the restroom, we passed by the table that Sheila. A pulsating urge washed over me, enticing me to ride Aidan right this moment, to feel him inside me. I had to push that thought out of my mind because I knew I had to return the favor first. Similar to what he had done, I began by slowly kissing his jawline, working my way up towards his earlobe. When I nibbled his earlobe, I heard a quiet moan escape from him, turning me on even more. Kissing down his neck, I made sure to grind myself against his shaft, feeling the full girth of his member..