Or perhaps more like someone offering a delicacy on a silver platter. I smile but don't reach for them. I want to make her beg me to fondle them. ...nd she will. If there were two men in the room they'd be fighting just to be the one to touch such beauties. Yet without competition I can make her suffer from neglect. Not suffer too much, of course. I'm only human and Cathy's body would tempt the gods, male and female. My guess is she's never done it with other girls. She doesn't seem. I blew my stack and told him to go to hell. From now on I would see dinner would be on the table for the family and if he was there, fine. We weren't going to hold dinner for him every night. I then told him he could wash his own damn clothes. I was tired of being his maid. I worked hard everyday also.It went on like this for quite a while. We had our good days and our not so good days. That was until one night my friend Marsha stopped over and said she saw Bob in the next town over having. I finished, as Cam had suggested back in my cabin, with some leaps, and felt satisfied.When I was done I walked out to find her, and there she was, pacing around a bit but looking really fine as a black-eyed brunette. I went over and gave her a careful kiss that wouldn't smear her make-up. "Go get 'em, girl," I said softly."You too, darling," she told me. She already knew my dislike for the more traditional wish. And we just stood there holding hands through the usual opening-night delays.. Well I piped up. Hush said Rachel this is women talk. Let me put out the closed sign and both of you come in the back. Now strip off all your clothes Rachel says to me. What I…Shut up and do what the lady says Kate told me with “ that you will be sorry look”. I removed all my clothes and Rachel said put your hands down I need to see what I have to work with. As I stood there I started to think about this lady Rachel making something that will make my cock limp and my wife Kate talking about.