You saw how many times he made me cum. Honey, do you really have to ask me if Jason’s better than you in the bedroom?”Neil blushed, and I wondere... if I’d taken it too far. I looked down at the tent in the front of his trousers. I smiled, as this told me that even if my stinging words had hurt a little, they’d also appealed to my sweet husband’s kink.It’s pretty cliched, but I used those infamous words ‘honey, you’d better sit down’ as I opened the second, more difficult subject.“Neil. " Donnie, I'm twenty-five years old. To you that may be awfully young, but in my profession if I really wanted to make something of myself, I would have been well on my way to my first million by now. But I don't. I don't really want to make something of myself. Do you understand that?" What do you want then, Andrew?" I'm not sure. I just know I don't want what other people want. I don't want to keep score. I don't want to compare my wealth with other people's wealth, my toys with other. *The next morning Cheryl told me to hang around the houseand come in to work late; about 10 am. I didn’t sayanything I just looked at her and knew that she wasplanning something. I was instantly hard at the thoughtthat my kinky little wife was planning sex for me withYoung-ju. YES!I came into the office at exactly 10am and was usheredinto my office by Cheryl. Immediately she told me thatafter work she was going to make my day. Of coursenothing I said would drag any more information out. 00 from office… and on the way back home we decided to pull over at a jogger’s park and chat for sometime… the moment we were in park we sat together and started chatting on our past lives… The more we discussed things we found our lives similar… Just mirror images… Don know how, but the topic shifted towards sex… and we both expressed our issues with our spouses and that we have been starved for months together… and we ended our discussion sharing our desires of having sex… positions...