" It is. That's just it! It is and yet, this morning, Ted's associate in San Antonio dug up a hidden bank account of Bob's." Is it a large one?" Large...enough," she slumped onto the table and cradled her head in her hands, "19 thousand bucks!"I whistled. "Okay, it's not a fortune, but it's not two or three grand, either." Exactly." So, is Ted going to sue him for the money, on your behalf?" My noble hubby-to-be says it isn't worth it - that between establishing a case, digging into the history,. Beth smiled as she watched her husband, his eyes closed, wriggle and squirm to her movements. Almost instinctively, Allan reached up and cupped Beth’s breasts. It would be a good few days before that would happen again, she mused to herself as Allan continued to give pleasure as he received. Beth writhed to and fro on his enlarged penis, savouring the sensation of her loving movements. His man-flu had restricted their love making considerably over the last few days and Beth was like a rampant. My other hand went around her body, grabbing her breast, teasing her nipple. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, driving my young date crazy.Her moans deepened, she was close to cumming on my hand, "STOP! JAMES! I want it by the lake, DAMN IT!" She pushed me away from her, "you can make me cum anywhere. I love you so much." Her lips gently kissed me, and we drove away.Debbie pulled her car to a nice spot by the lake, and we climbed into the back seat, "Now! You can do anything to me!" she. My mind ran wild at the imaginings of her. My cock was stiff whenever she was near. Of course, it was the thought of her with her other lovers that excited me. I wanted my wife to be sluttish, promiscuous, wanton, debauched. As she once was. But she would not have a bar of it. She had turned a corner in her life, and settled into monogamy, and we tapered off into a quiet routine of occasional, barely satisfying sex. Then I saw Catherine’s ad; found myself waiting in the bar to talk with.