We never openly argue or even seem to disagree, "Like two peas in a pod", someone once remarked, and yet like most well established couples, we have o...r secret and yes, like most, it's sex, I want it all the time, and my husband can't keep up with my demands and urges.Something happened to me, a spark or something, and it started one night at his company official annual dance. His work colleague, a man I had never met asked me to dance, late on in the evening, when everybody had had too much to. She was glad that he hadn't tried though, and quickly grabbed at her clothes so she could continue with dinner."Leave it," he ordered, "you won't be needing clothes around here anymore." Peggy blushed brightly then released the handful of clothes before straightening up and scurrying out of the room. Darrel pretended to ignore her but watched her cute ass intently as is it swayed seductively back toward the kitchen.They ate in silence while Peggy sat blushing most of the time. He finally made. The next moment the picture would turn sour, with reactions ranging from wellconcealed horror to outright hostility."Are you sure they'll accept me?" His normally exuberant selfconfidence was badly in need of bolstering right then."Of course they will. And when they learn that you are practically Nurm's righthand man, they'll be even prouder of you. You're just worrying yourself into a stew for nothing, so let's not even talk about it any more. What do you think Nurm will do next? He talks like. “I’m not going to the kitchen, I’m off to the loo, anyway what do you think I am, a barmaid?” “No” I said “you aren’t dressed right for a barmaid.” Bob smirked and said, “With a figure like yours, I can easily imagine you as an old-fashioned tavern wench, all laced up top with your boobs almost falling out of your dress - always ready to ‘serve’ her customers!”.She flushed and put her head on one side. “So, you want to see me walking round with my tits hanging out, do you?” He laughed..