I decided to try and be as natural as possible, though perhaps my wife wondered why I didn’t attempt love-making as often as previously, her rebuffs...so constant these days and nights that I truly did promise myself I would become celibate!Well, celibate with my wife, but to be natural with Mae, my mother-in-law, meant the very next morning, with the girls gone to work, I walked up behind her as she faced the stove cooking breakfast, encircled her nightie-clad waist and lightly nuzzled the back. And I'm a social drinker. That's the only way to be, don't youagree? " The poor guy didn't know what hit him."I guess I shouldn't have done that, really. It was rude. I'm sorry.I'm just feeling a bit silly tonight. It's my first night out in a longtime. Oh shoot, did I spill something on my dress? Can you see?" I useda napkin to wipe away the supposed spill from my breast. I handed himthe napkin and stuck my boobs out for his help. Before he touched me,Claire leaned over and took the napkin. She shook as the tears came out, accompanied by sobs. The kind that are so desperate that they don't come out as one sound but are broken up as if the person is trying to hyperventilate at the same time. I sat there holding her, cradling her head, letting her get it out.I saw the front door open and John step out. There's a streetlight across the street from where we were parked so I'm sure John could see the glare I gave him. He backed inside the house, his head hanging, and closed the door.A. When I got up this morning I tried to figure out what happened. I figured that I must have done something wrong. After all, how could someone who had acted so hot to have sex end up being so cold in bed? So I decided to come over her and talk to her before she left. I called her and asked her to have a cup of coffee with me before she left. Anyway, to get to the point I asked her if anything was wrong last night and she says 'No, it was great. I really needed that after four tough weeks of.