”She showed me the kitchen, then got some glasses and poured us some iced tea. We went back into the living room and sat on the sofa. As she told me...about her family, and asked me a little about mine, she sat close by my side, and slipped an arm around my shoulder in a sort of hug to ‘welcome me’ into her home. With her left hand around my shoulder, and her right hand on my thigh, she started slowly rubbing my arm and leg….gradually moving her left hand from my arm to my boob, and moving her. ”My wife asked the big question, “Have you ever been to one?”“No.”“But you think about it, don’t you? Why?”“I don’t know. It just kind of excites me. I don’t know what to say. I like looking at big dicks. I likethinking I might want to suck one.”“I can’t believe my husband, Mr. Straight and Narrow, would dream about sucking cocks? Do youthink you’re bi? I mean you have all these pictures of women too.”“I don’t know. I don’t like men, just their cocks.” I felt so ashamed. But my wife seemed to. . perhaps even her own daughters eventually. That was a titillating thought that occasionally drew her nimble fingers down to her centre of pleasure to comfort herself as she sunned herself in the garden. That, however, was as far as it went, so far and yet ... The thought niggled away at her conscience during the nights when Bill, despite her efforts, had failed to rise to the occasion. Plus she knew, being caught in an affair was a major social faux pas along with the risk of an unwanted. Please forgive me for such errors, and i hope that the depth and possibilities of the story make up for any such errors. For those of you who want to add their own threads, please do. Although the story is already nice and long, it would be great for others of you to take it in directions i had not considered. There are many threads that are full of possibilities that i have just not got around to following, and although there are not so many dead ends left, this does not mean that where i have.