..what do you want to do first?" He eyed his wife, starting at her feet, his eyes running up her legs and body until he met her eyes."OH no," she told...him. "We've been driving all day. I want dinner and a little chance to unwind." She eyed him back and gently, but playfully grabbed his crotch. "We'll sleep tonight and start the...uh...ROUGH stuff tomorrow." I've got some dinner for you...right here." He grinned a stupid grin at her and she knew he was joking.She pulled her sweater back on over. Then she shook herself a little and pushed them away. She stood, sniffing back her tears and fetched herself a tissue.Stan watched as one of the two women he loved fought herself back under control. He was continually amazed at Anne's control, her self-discipline. When her mastery over her feelings, burst like this he knew there had to have been a major reason.Finally she seemed to be in command of herself again. She looked up at Stan, then over to Denise. She told them both, "I'm sorry about. Like a lot of people back then I married young, a couple of kids came along and we all carried on with the usual family life, all very busy with career and the demands of a young family and all that that entails. I had always had my same sex feelings but I managed to suppress them quite successfully, it was not until I was about 40 that I decided to explore thee feelings and decided to act on them. This all in spite of being a married guy with a reasonable sex life with my wife.My first forays. Anyway, a beginning was made which I did not want to ruin by speed excess. So, after some kissing, I said good-bye and promised to come back next Saturday.Wielding some flowers, I rang at her apartment next Saturday afternoon. Cathy opened the door wearing a flowered dress and a happy smile. “I am glad you came”, she said; “I am glad to be allowed to see you”, I replied. We then fell in a deep embrace in which I felt her generous forms pressing against my slender academic frame (at that time.