I meet him at 10 and den we went for a movie in a mall. He tried to touch me as I was not knowing anything I just went away from him. He dint do anyth...ng later. Then after movie v left form home. Aft that incident once he asked me that he wants to hug me and then he wanted to kiss me. I didn’t agree for that and stopped the conversation.Once I was alone at home and he called me and asked what I am doing. I said I am alone at home. He told he will join me. I said OK. He den came aft 30 mins. To. I tentatively ask if less innocent touches are permitted by running my hands up her sides under the shirt, thumbs softly grazing her breasts. The way she arches her back the slightest bit and moves her hips to more firmly press herself against me is her way of answering yes, access granted, even as she continues typing away on her phone. I squeeze each nipple between forefinger and thumb and she shifts some more, that contented sigh emerging once again, only a little deeper this time, coaxing. Coach H climbed into bed and under the covers with me. After several minutes I felt Coach H’s hand reach over start rubbing my privates through my underwear. It was not long before his hand slipped under my underwear and onto my cock. After a minute or two, Coach H silently rolled me over onto my stomach. His hand immediately went under my shorts and to my anus. He slowly worked his finger into my hole. Without lubrication it was a bit rough. Coach H slid entirely under the bed covers. Maybe I didn't treat youQuite as good as I should have.Oh, Sharon is my wife of 23 years by the way. This is where I'm supposed to tell you how we met and how gorgeous she is and what our first time having sex was like and all the rest of it. Well, I'm not going to do that. I mean really, our meeting was over two decades ago. How stale is that for news? And as for our sex life, it's none of your business, except I will say that I've always been pretty darned satisfied. I hope she has been.