She'd overlooked that; made excuses---he worked hard, he was tired, etc. but the fact had always remained: her husband was simply preoccupied with him...elf more than with her, or their daughter. In the last four years he had lost his ability to get, or hold on to, an erection; and this had precipitated quite a number of bitter evening yelling matches---he blaming her, and she resenting that. He'd said that wasn't sexy any longer, and that, more than anything else he had ever said, had cut her. She wanted a shower. On the way back I focused on her sucking my cock and nearly put the rental car in a ditch. I sped up and slowed down and then one side of the road to the other. When she finished me off she put it away. We talked about things in her life and in mine. When we got to her house she invited me in. She gave me a tour of her photo and video equipment. She ask if I wanted to join her in the shower. I would have followed her off a cliff at this point. She had me under her control.. I was becoming somewhat perverted about the woman I loved, wanting her to fuck with other men so bad, wanting others to experience the luxury of such a sexual woman as I was enjoying. We started off telling each other of our past, took Monica a little getting use to but she soon got into the swing of things and was becoming obvious that I was interested to hear her stories rather than telling her mine. Well some of her past did shock me a little but really turned me on to know there were a few. We broke the kiss and I stepped back a bit.“I am sorry! I shouldn’t have crossed my limits.”I said with my head down.“Oh come on Arun! What’s a date without a kiss? You haven’t crossed your limits yet.” She said stepping forward. In the meantime the CD changer had finished with its task and another CD of love songs have started playing. She put her arms around my neck with the intention of resuming the dance and said, “In fact, I wouldn’t have mind if you had crossed your limits!”Her boldness.