I looked around the room and thought that it seemed much bigger and then realizing that Mandy and the girls had moved some of the furniture that norma...ly resides in the room, out. I quickly put my thoughts about the room out of my mind and concentrated on Laurel. I immediately saw that she had indeed grown from a gangly awkward girl to a stunning young woman over the last four years. Her brunette hair that was perpetually in pigtails swinging behind her as she skipped around the ranch was now. This, too, was normal, as was his failure to respond to her in any way other than as a platonic friend. I wanted to scream at him to notice me, but I had learned discipline from my years in the Navy. Besides, I knew that it wouldn't have the affect I desired; I'd seen what happened with people who had no self control around him.I was under no illusions about the man she was lightly pressed against. At least not when it came to how he responded to people lacking self control.She had personally. Their marriage had reached the point where the only reason they were still together was that neither of them had the time or energy to waste on seeing a divorce attorney.She pulled into the garage and parked next to Howard's car, closed the garage door and went into the house.She walked into the kitchen and saw Howard sitting at the kitchen table going through the day's mail. He looked up at her as she came into the room:"Hi hon, how did your day go?" Oh, my day was the same old, same old.... As I said, she would have been on that bed long ago if it were me. I had to admire his self control. It brought to mind though another story that I had read recently about a first time cuckolding. The ‘Bull’ was experienced and knew that patience was the key. Both the wife and husband would be nervous and unsure. Patience was the key. “The wife will be nervous on two counts,” he had said. “Nervous of her husband’s reaction to her being fucked and nervous of the ‘Bull’. She won’t be used to.