“Thanks mam for giving the money immediately”. She half blushed and looking down said now go and do your shopping. I left and started my shagging....oming back to my thoughts:Being her husband, I feel as if I owned her. She’s mine. I can do whatever I want with her. I decide to give a practical turn to my fantasies. Enough dreaming, let me really see and shag while some ones does those things to her. I carefully hatch a master plan. One day I take my wife to a friend’s party. It is a wild party. "And not in the good way." I know, right?" He motioned for the waitress to bring him another drink and I seconded the order with a quick nod in her direction. "And she gets all sorts of pissy when I jerk off to porn. So I've been going in the bathroom and rubbing one out almost every night after she falls asleep." For three months?" I laugh softly. "That's a hell of a 'dry spell.'" I know. It's almost enough to make me consider finding a side chick, but I really don't want to cheat on her." He. Showing the drawing to Jake, he replied with “Oh ya---that's sweet. This will be easy, about 30 minutes”.It was pretty quite as Jake went to work, digging the needle into the muscle of my back right shoulder. He asked about the drawing, so once again I went through the story. Jumping up to re-fill our drinks, Sheila commented on the 'lump' in my pants. Blushing, and looking down at my right thigh, I just kinda grinned and softly replied “ya—it's pretty big ”. Freeballin as usual, and noticing. With the most comfortable underwear in the civilized world in his bag, Hunter went home.Just after midnight, Paris time, Hunter sat in his brother's family room. He had shown up with two bottles of good French brandy. Usually Hunter would have spent the money on an exclusive call service or a courtesan. His life had changed and so had his tastes.The kids were asleep. Penny and Burt were halfway through the first bottle while Hunter was only two of three fingers down."I think I liked it better.