"Is something wrong?" Amy asked, scared that Wyatt was close enough to notice the emptiness in her eyes. He groaned and ran his veiny hands over his f...aky blond hair. "I am so sorry, Amy. I don't usually move this fast. It's just...you're pretty, and your favourite book is Catcher in the Rye. And you have the sweetest gaze. Your hair is so soft, I want to feel it in my hands and...I'm sorry. I'm being too full-on, aren't I?" he said, babbling on nervously. Amy grabbed Wyatt's hand and put it on. "Are you feeling ok, dear?" she asked him."What's with everyone!" he erupted.Catherine was taken aback. He'd never used that tone of voice with her before."There's no need to snap at me, Carl. You feel warm and I'm wondering if you might have a temp, that's all. Can't I be concerned?"Realizing his mistake, he apologized to his wife. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm just tired and I've been driving since five this morning."Catherine reached out and put the palm of her right hand on his forehead."You feel. I pulled up the covers over us and I don’t think either of us moved until late the next morning.August was another good month for us. We went to Niagara Falls for her birthday and had a great time. The falls were spectacular and so was the sex. There was nothing like getting a blow job in front of your hotel window looking out at the falls. One odd thing that happened had to do with the fact that she is afraid of spiders. She spotted a black thing on the ceiling that was moving. So, I got some. In the past my wife has fucked some big white cocks in her time before we were married, but she has always wanted a thick black cock.Two days ago we were invited on a night out with a group of friends to a 60’s party night at their works do. The night was going well but the group was thinning out as our friend started to go home. As the last couple decided to leave my wife who by now was very tipsy wanted to stay out and move onto a nightclub. I still had some partying left in me so we decided.