I know I was biased but I didn't find what I was asking Julie to do as unreasonable. Before I could cross the line to anything resembling commitment, ... had to know that Julie was just as committed as I was. Keeping a house and life in L.A. didn't exactly seem like commitment to me.At the same time, I understood why she wanted the security of having someplace to call home if she didn't wind up in my life. I didn't have to face the prospect of abandoning my life for something that might not be. I kept myself in good shape; my hourglass figure was something I worked hard to keep. Opening my blouse I drop it to the floor, exposing my perky 36C’s covered by a black lace bra. Unzipping my skirt I let it drop to my feet, turning I inspect my butt clenching my cheeks slightly as I check myself. Unclasping my bra I discard it and my black lace boy shorts to the floor. Completely disrobed I step into the shower. Getting out I am greeted by the stunning figure of Delilah laying back on the. I couldn’t understand why. Why should I feel like this instead? The only pain I felt was that of my erection. I needed to cum. I started to stroke myself but I was afraid of waking her so I stopped and turned over to try to sleep. I did manage to drop off eventually but I felt groggy when I awoke a few hours later. Trish was in the shower when I awoke and I went to join her. We often showered together. Sometimes we had been known to fuck in the shower as well. Trish liked me to scoop her up. He looked me dead in the eye and said, "Wanna dick around?".This was our old code for getting naked and sweaty.I could barely talk, but muttered, "yes" and took his hand as I showed him the bedroom.This was the bed where my wife and I had made love over and over but now, his body would be where mine usually laid. I would be his tonight.He looked at me and said, "Get undressed."As I did, I noticed that all he did was take off his shirt.I stood there naked in front of him as he stood there, pants.