I hoped against hope that this might be the beginning of something very good for us, especially for me. At our twin ages of forty-seven, and near twen...y-three years of marriage; we'd gotten a little stale; I knew that now. But, maybe things could change. Maybe she'd been right about her chat thing being good for the both of us. I reached for her and gently kissed her, no tongue, not yet, just softness. She leaned into me and her hardening nipples made me know she was ready for me, ready to. "No, not at all," she replied in a rush. "I - I want to handle this casepersonally. What I meant to say is... Bobby, I want your consent to usehypnotherapy. I might be able to make more progress if I can bypass theroadblocks your conscious mind throws up. At the same time, yoursubconscious mind might contain a wealth of information your consciousmind is not even aware of - or is making an effort to repress."My whole body tensed up. This was, in my mind, the ultimate act ofsurrender; laying bare. She was already wet! They must have had a little play time before I arrived.As I began to lick taste and suck on that sexy clit of hers I urged Pert to join so we both got "stuck into" her pussy. Being the greed boy I am I wanted to taste Pert's pussy too so the roles reversed. Suddenly Lady made her way to the top of the bed and spread her legs and waited for me to reach her line of sight.Those two perfect words in that situation were FUCK ME! I obliged, sat up and guided my excited cock into. Harding covered her eye with her hand and looked up, stunned andwounded. She looked up as stacy continued, "I want to know why you hatedme so much."With an almost pleading voice she said, "Harding, I was with you for solong and I was ready to serve you as my mistress for my life. I wascomfortable and loved you. You betrayed that love. I know that I neverdispleased you, I never disobeyed you after the first year and I becamehappy."Stacy started crying as she continued, "You. Have no idea what.