All I ask is that you give me a chance to try to set something up."I said nothing further. My husband was willing to make a sacrifice unlike anything ...hat I had ever heard of a man doing for his wife. I would not hurt him by raining on his parade. Perhaps, he would find no takers. It would be quite a stunt to find a man who would go with a married man to his house to have sex with his wife.Two weeks later, I was sitting watching CSI. It was a repeat, but interesting. I heard Walter's car arrive. Spray and Scatter had indeed left a well marked trail, and it was no trouble to follow at all. There were even small messages written on some of the stones, written with the end of a stick that had been blackened in a fire. Marking time, mostly. We did stop for midday meal, but only so Sid could commune with the rocks. I described it to him exactly that way."How do you feel when you commune with the rocks?" 'Commune with the rocks', eh?" He replied. "I don't know. How do you feel when you. Maybe he was being unfair, expecting her to feel the same way she had when they'd first married, as if there'd been no separation of years, no sense of loss. So many things about her had changed since he'd been gone; perhaps it was true that she no longer loved him."No," he whispered to himself. "She's mine and always will be."Still he was not so sure as he moved to the back of the car, opening the trunk and pulling out his bedroll. Opening the back door quietly, he unrolled the sleeping bag,. I can’t keep quiet as he does this. Soon enough he is sucking on my clit and sticking his fingers inside of me.“Faster... I’m close.”He sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his fingers in and out. I am moaning and screaming when I hear the front door close.My mom runs up the stairs and Tyler quickly hides in our on suite bathroom. I cover myself with sheets.“What’s wrong?” Mom asks.“I had a bad dream during my nap.”“Oh okay. You good now?”“Yeah. I’m good.”“Okay. Clean up this room. Tell your.