It is the first thing he notices. "Ron?"Her voice causes him to come awake quickly. Its his wife, "Elly? What is it? Are you OK?" He sits up on an elb...w, male concern overwhelming him. No one calls in the dead of the night unless there is something terribly wrong."Can you hear me OK Ron?" She was half shouting over the music?Ron subconsciously answers in almost a shout himself, "The music is loud honey. What is it, what is wrong?"A hand was placed over the mouthpiece and he could hear a mumbled. I was a career woman, and that was that. It never penetrated my thick skull that some of the academic staff were married women. I mean, I knew that rationally as a fact, but I didn't relate it to me being unmarried. The two were never contrasted, in my mind.I did have one crush, when I was twenty, and I might have done something about it, until I discovered he was not long married, or about to be married, I am confused as to which. Anyway, I just could not countenance breaking up his marriage,. The cock was still semi-flaccid and already bigger than mine ever dreamed of being. Mary continued to work the pants down with one hand as she brought another up under the balls and started fondling his sack and his shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it and lifted the tip to her mouth. Mary now knew exactly what she wanted and no longer showed any inhibition in going after it. In the meantime on hand was down in my crotch and I glanced to see that it was Marsha who was stroking me. . " For the first time I noticed that he didn't have the 'five o'clock shadow' he once had. "I hated shaving every morning and then having to do it again when I got home from work. You remember how thick my beard was, don't you?" I did. I'd often commented about his 'shadow' at work and he'd once told me that if he could find a way to quit shaving then he'd invest into it. I guess he found that method after all. "Did it hurt at all?" "Not a bit. I just had to prepare myself for a daunting job.