But my girlfriend, and her boyfriend, very lovingly helped me through that. Two weeks of sharing a bed with them both, in their arms every night, real...y cheered me up. A lot!And now I know exactly what my perfect man is – the perfect man for me, anyway, even if he’s nobody else’s ideal of the perfect man. Because six weeks after I dumped Mister All Wrong, I met my perfect man. He has been in my bed every night for over 300 consecutive nights now. And I’ve never in my whole life felt happier.So. First off, she wanted to know why men would want to see their wives having sex with another man, eventually asking me if I would want to watch her. I didn't say no, just that it was something I was willing to discuss.Pat kept bringing the subject up, even when we were having sex, wondering what another man would feel like inside her or how he would taste. I should mention that at the time we were our only sex partners, neither of us had ever been with anyone else.One morning at breakfast she. “There will also be times when you won’t be able to dress me,” she told him. “Oh!” Sandy said. “Times when you will be away on business or when we want to fuck without your knowledge.” Sandy looked at her with surprise. “Sorry Sandy but that’s the way it will be,” she told him. For a few moments there was silence between them: silence that is except for the sound of Sandy’s heavy breathing as Patty slowly masturbated him. “Ok.... I agree to do things your way,” Sandy told her breaking the. ” Working on both sidessimultaneously, he placed a fingertip on the nipples and pressedstraight down into the breast very hard. I winced from the pain, but hequickly released and I felt my nipples spring up. Next he rolled thembetween his fingers along the entire length. I could feel them growingand turned red; I hated that they were nearly an inch long! “Doctor, my nipples are so huge. Is there something wrong with them?” Iasked, obviously worried. “Oh no dear!”.