Jack came over and asked if I fancied going for a pint on Saturday night and we can continue to put the world to rights.“yes” I replied.“you com... to mine and we will start at the pub down the road from me” He gave me his address and telephone number. He lived 5 miles further on from the Garage, I knew the village and the nice little pub there.I replied “great, I look forward to it, see you Saturday at 7.30pm” When I got home, I told my wife about meeting this guy and what a lot we had in common. I suddenly felt very aroused and got instantly hard. I would considermyself quite a modest person, but I have to say (and have been told) thatI have a very nice cock. Not massive at around seven and a half inches,but nice and straight and in good proportion. It's not the easiest thingto hide when erect and I was already beginning to panic about this(assumed straight) guy waking up and seeing me with a massive erection.My heart started to pound but the arousal did not subside.I was lying like. I strove to keep his house clean, his table larded with the foods he desired, to make his home a happy and peaceful place for him.I never denied him, never claimed headache or tiredness. Never. Always, I eagerly and happily did anything he wanted. For all those years, I was the type of wife many men find only in their sexual fantasies. That is as it should be.I, too, enjoyed those activities. My sex life with him had been rich and fully rewarding for me. My husband knew exactly how to please. "My thank you for helping me." I say it’s not necessary, but Su-Yun is adamant. "I go out, you take off everything but underwear and get under sheet," she instructs. "I study sports massage. You will not be disappointed." A couple minutes later, I'm stretched out on fresh towels with a thin sheet covering my back and my brief-clad ass. "I'm ready, Su-Yun," I call. To my surprise, she doesn’t touch my skin directly, but massages my neck and back and legs through the cotton fabric. She wasn't.