" Conversation seemed to drop in priority for the rest of that particular encounter.One evening, lying on her bed after a particularly sensual, loving...makeout session, Meara lay draped over Sam's body as she gazed into his eyes and tenderly caressed his cheek. "Sam, never did I believe men could love like you love. Past lovers have left me bruised and sore, while your touch is tender, yet intentional and obviously desirous. I feel your love, desire and consideration for me, and tears of joy. It wasn't her golf attire Jon noticed.Want some lunch? She yelled from the kitchen. Got some very nice turkey ham in the fridge, bit of salad with it?He answered in the negative, but accepted a glass of white wine which he sipped as his wife of twenty years gabbled on about any subject that she could think of to fill the silent void.At last, when he could stand no more of her prattle, he asked the first question of a series of questions that might help him understand what he had witnessed.Whose. Sue's domestic skills had always been a bit lackadaisical.“Oh my God, Sue! I can't believe this!”“It's no dream, my dear.”“But how? I mean, when did this all start?”Sue gave a little smirk.“Things were not been going so well, as you know. Then I found his stash of femdom wankmags” — she spat the words out with venom — “which explaind his lack-lustureperformance in the you-know-where department” — Sue had always been a bit coy about sex— “so I decided it would be good for him to get a taste of. I was afraid to write about it, because the dreams feel so crazy, but I have dreams about her… about her doing what she wanted to do to me. Not that I’m even clear on what that exactly is, but the dreams… I always wake up all… excited,’ she spoke this time in a rush, hurrying to get the words out before her courage ran out. Despite having seen me for more than two years she still felt a little squicky about talking about sex. It was kinda cute in the deep non-doctorish recesses of my mind. ‘It.