Life was a Norman Rockwell picture. But was it? No it wasn't. My husband's moods were and are like a yo-yo. One minute he's sweet, considerate and aff...ctionate but the next minute something would set him off. Like the dog's poop in the basement or the kids toys not put away. Usually something small, usually no reason to scream but he would scream. The other issue was our sex life, or lack there of.I had been (and still am) battling a physical illness since before my first son was conceived and. The blanket was not quite big enough to cover all three and John worried about being discovered but the stewardess knew they were the only ones awake in their section of the plane. The woman that had begun the episode did not seem to care whether she had an audience or not.Before the stewardess stood she had John’s cock briefly in her mouth and his seat companion was now completely nude. The woman took his cock in her hand, cuddled to him and fell asleep. Much to John’s surprise he fell asleep. It entered the mouth of her cunt. He waited. She clenched her stomach muscles lifting her hips and driving him part way into her sopping cunt. His cock ached with need. He felt her velvety wetness. He thrust. She thrust. He thrust. Suddenly, he was fully in her.He was fucking her. Fuck, what a delicious word. She had waited so long for this, him coming deep inside of her. Too soon she thought. He did not diminish. His cock pushed deep into her cunt lubricated by his own cream. Something in her. Won’t be long. Just talking to Pammie on the phone and comparing notes.”Some notes with Pammie he thought as he slid under the sheet alongside his wife. From what he knew of Pammie she was as close as one could get to being a nymphomaniac without actually being one. His wife was always telling him of Pammie’s latest conquest with her newest man.His wife had regaled him with numerous stories concerning Pammie’s sexual exploits and prowess.Like the times she and her partner had mutually.