Well, if she's happy, then I'm happy for her. That's what matters, right?" Cindy looked up at Matt with one of those smiles that women give to men tha... just makes them weak in the knees.Matt swallowed the lump in his throat, "Cindy, I don't want you to be upset with me but if you were even two years older we might be doing the same thing as those two back at the RV. But and it's a big 'but', your fourteen. I think I heard you tell Jason or I heard someone say, I'm not sure, anyhow ... you're. She called the shots, and I assumed so did you. None of this would have happened if you hadn’t had your perverted little fetish.”I drew breath and then carried on, having grown angry. “You want to stop Rachel seeing me? Fine. I really don’t care. You’re the one with his knickers in a twist. You had a perfectly happy marriage. You still have a beautiful and loving wife and you bugger it all up and for what? Some batty cuckold theory; more excitement for you, you selfish prick.“So if she enjoyed. I was now standing there with her erect nipples pressing against my chest, her arms wrapped around me holding me tight. “Oopsie daisy, big guy!” she said with a giggle. “Oh oh, I think you lost your lure.” She laughed as she cupped her hand on my wet boxers. “I know the water is cold, but let’s see if I can get you back in action.” She breathed as she kissed my chest and slid her hand into the slit on the front of my boxers. Her hand was warm, her caress firm. She bit hard at my nipple sending. Ah ! The contents were password-protected ! Now that really made me suspicious. I tried to think of a possible password, each attempt failing time after time. Perhaps she had written it down; she was always forgetting passwords and I knew she had a little black book hidden away upstairs in which she kept a note of such private things. It didn’t take long to locate it…yes, that’s right…in her underwear drawer…I had to shift all the sticky dildos and vibrators also hidden under her slinky.