She loves you and wants your love as only a wimpy husband can do so. That's your secret and your strength to her dear. Now go save your marriage and...keep your wife from possibly from leaving you."I kissed mom and thanked her for her advice before I left for home. On the way home I thought over every word of her advice and accepted her logic. I knew that the only way to execute her plan was indeed to check my macho pride and self esteem at the door and do what she said.CHAPTER 2 Using. I didn't have to follow the script I had made up in my head, but I was determined that something was going to happen, even if I had to stand on a table, take off my clothes, and play with myself. Casper and I sat that table, slowly finishing off severel bottles of Budweiser and talking about musicals and operas we loved. Not even a hint of sex, no touches to my knees or shoulders, just a conversation I needed to have. Casper and I found a booth, and slid in beside each other. I knew I was going. He had fucked a lot of women in his life but seldom did a man find an opportunity to get his hands on anything as sweet and fuckable as the thrilling, tawny-haired young housewife who was now smiling up at him gratefully as he handed her the brimming glass of aphrodisiac he had poured and she unsuspectingly accepted. The beautiful Mrs. Cummings might even try to play hard-to-get, at least at first, and that would make it all the more fun, watching her being slowly subjugated despite all the. I was whimpering with anticipation and wiggling my sex at him. He reached and ripped my delicate panties off. Then I felt the hardness of his cock against my wet folds. I felt a shudder go through my body. Honestly it was a scary feeling to be such a slave to this stranger's cock. He pressed into my pussy and my lips flowered around him. He went slowly at first allowing me to adjust to his size. God it filled me up. Even with the juices of two orgasms he had a difficult time getting it inside.