I would sometimes fantasize about her playing with someone but figured it wouldn’t happen because she is rather shy and it’s way outside her comfo...t zone. … It was toward the end of the semester and my parents decided to visit. I brought up the idea of them watching our baby so we could go lift and my wife seemed initially hesitant and somewhat curious. They agreed before she could respond and our plans were set. We changed to go and got on our way. One thing I had noticed recently was that. Her sash was tied tighter, her long dish-water blonde hair hanging limply to her lower back, flowing straight down into her nicely rounded ass. Her head turned, and she giggled, her visible blue eye drinking in the image of her husband, his eyes devouring her body, not even seeing the robe, but remembering the tantalizing flesh under it. A delicious shiver ran through her body, the tingle staying in her flesh and tickling her brain, instantly re-warming her sex, bringing it back to the heat it. And yet another time, I fucked the captain of the football team behind the bleachers. There were other moments. For example, I once ordered pizza and found out that the pizza delivery guy was as sexy as a sex god. I fucked him right there on the floor of the entrance of my apartment. When I went to summer camp, I fucked one of the guys who went there in the woods while everyone else was fast asleep. One of the camp counselors who was at least 10 years older than me heard my moans and came over.. I wanted to hear what she had to say and I wanted her to feel comfortable while she was doing it. I hit the intercom button and instructed my secretary not to interrupt us."Grady, did you follow the trial at all?" No. Marcie mentioned what had happened but I didn't have any particular interest in it myself. I was busy with the business start up and she wasn't very talkative at the time. I guess she was upset at his death." More so that you would imagine I guess. It appears that you have no clue.