I weakly and go upstairs to see what he is doing. I feel bad for ignoring Him after being away so long. He hears me on the stairs and calls for me fro... the bedroom. I enter the room, look around for Him but he isn't there. He calls again, in a slow drawl. "Baaaaaaby, I'm in heeeeere." I follow the sound of his voice and peek into the master bathroom where He is perched fully clothed on the toilet. He smiles as my eyes take in the scene, the candles, the bubble bath already drawn the lights. I soon felt him gently caress my now hard cock through the thin fabric, followed shortly by his bare and surprisingly soft fingers as he pulled and stroked my erection towards him.When we had entered the shed he had manoeuvred me close to a wall which he now gently pushed me against. When I was leaning with my back to the wall he applied gentle pressure to the inside of my thighs and I spread my legs as far apart as he wanted me to. Of course that was an indication to him that I was a more than. ’ ‘And now? You’re married 8 years, aren’t you?’ ‘It’s not that great, the sex part. Something is lacking.’ Carla went on to explain, ‘My husband is a good man, but he’s not very assertive sexually. When we first got married, we had sex every Saturday night, like clock work.’ ‘Then what happened, after a while?’ ‘For a while, it was the same old – same old. We’d kiss, he’d touch my breasts, and then he’d put his penis in my vagina. I was always very dry, and it would hurt, but he’d always. My dick was actually quite big amounting to 8 inches mainly for the fact that I spent 100 bucks on tablets to make my dick bigger to Impress Sarah. For about the next hour we just talked about school and friends girlfriends and boyfriends (none of which where close to Allison age which made me even more excited) but then we were interrupted by Uncle James and my Mom and Dad saying they were going out to show Uncle James the new park that had been constructed over the year. We declined the offer.