I walked to the bathroom door and peaked in and what I saw turned me on immensely. There in my bathroom was a naked muscular man, in his mid to late t...enties, standing in the shower and I looked down to see that my wife was sucking his massive 6” prick. She sucked him until he raised her up by putting his hands on the sides of her head and pulling her off his dick. She sat on the shower seat and spread her legs as if to invite him in. The man knelt down and took his right hand and spread her. You couldn’t! It wouldn’t get hard fast enough, no matter how good it felt or how horny you were.”“And...”Malcolm continued, “So, you’re not a kid anymore, John. You know that. You’re smart. You know that as a man gets older the equipment takes longer to recharge. I’m almost ten years older than you; it should be even worse for me, but it isn’t, is it?” John shook his head slowly, confused with the direction the conversation was going.“So, think it through. Think back to what you know about my. “Forty five minutes. Be there.” Then I logged off, got into some real dark blue, almost black sweats and a black baseball cap and then left for the meeting spot. The place was in a rural area, where tractors and other farm equipment entered a field. The fence row was behind a thick line of trees and shrubs. It was very private. When I got there I pulled my pickup into a well-hidden dirt access lane that was up the black-top road a little way and walked down to the meeting place. I knew this. She left him, and now he was alone. It had been the same with his girlfriend before that, Malina. She’d wanted something more, and he hadn’t been able to provide. Even though he’d just broken up with Crystal, he was still thinking of Malina too. Both of their relationships with Darren had ended the same way: they wanted more than just friendship and sex. The problem was that Darren had loved them both, very much. Everyone was different with how they saw the perfect relationship. The truth was.