She said he was some older dude that she already knew. That's all she would tell me. Anyway, can we not talk about this please?" said Dave. I felt my ...ace going red as the guys discussed my night with my friend's eighteen year old little sister. Now aged thirty-eight I had been married to Sarah for four years and that remained the only time either of us had ever cheated on the other (as far as I knew anyway). Sarah had never found out, and I intended to keep it that way."You missed all that. It looked like she was going to have another evening where she'd return to her lover only to admit there really was no one else in her life than Jayne and her beautiful breasts.Well, fuck it! Cath grimaced as she pulled out another cigarette, now feeling quite excluded while Prissy and Emily continued their rather detailed account of Emily's lovemaking. She loved Jayne. She might be twelve years or so older, but theirs was a love worth more than an evening in Emily's bed. However much she. "My husband said,"Is this what I have to do to make you enjoy fucking? Do I have to find some guy to **** you?"I calmly said,"Honey, I'm your wife. I'm not some slut you get to pass around at a sex party."He said,"No you're not but for once in your life I wish you'd admit that you like being fucked like a slut."I took a deep breath then said,"You're right honey, I do like it. I like all of it. It's just that I want to be seen as a woman not a slut."My husband asked,"What differance does it make. I would love to one day, but that would not be good news, at least not until after we're finished with school. Besides, I told you I'm on the pill." I know," said Thule, "It's just my natural fatalism trying to drive me insane." Oh," said Marigold, "Jonas wanted to talk to you." Please tell me that my mentioning my natural fatalism didn't just remind you of that."Marigold chuckled, "It'll be fine. He just wants to catch up."Thule was not entirely reassured, but Jonas seemed relaxed enough when.