She had always wanted to move to HI and now that she was here, the heat in the bed seemed to get turned down to a simmer. Sex was once a week if I was...luckky and it was straight missionary. Basically she would lay back, spread her legs, and wait for me to finish, making a few token moans to try to fool me into thinking she enjoyed it. She hated oral("I don't want that in my mouth, gross") and she complained other positions weren't comfortable. Once she slipped up and mentioned that sex was one. I don't remember him being nasty about it, but at the time it didn't seem all that important. Carl and I carried on together for the rest of our time at college and we had a number of pot inspired photo sessions before we broke up, some of them very rude indeed.All was going great with my life, until my husband got a much-deserved promotion and we moved. His arrival to take over the small town branch was duly recorded in the local paper, along with our pictures; it was this article that alerted. I figured I had to do something. She was so shy and seemed to have had enough and wanted to leave us. Our guest went to use the restroom. When I heard the toilet flush I started making out with her very hard, deep kissing and holding her tightly. He arrived back and swooped in as usual rubbing her back and telling us what a nice couple we are. She finally caved and gave him some leeway with his wandering hand as she was probably tired of dodging it every time we kissed. It looked like he had. Peter had left without as much as a peck on the cheek. Their marriage she knew was drifting along in the same listless pattern as that of several of their friends. The loyal devoted wife of the young professional, complete with the mandatory two children living in relative comfort in tree lined affluent suburbia. There was the usual round of socially acceptable activities where one met other socially acceptable people. All something of a bore really. ‘Honestly Sam, there really is a body in our.