When I got there I commented to my wife that she had taken the morning off and that she would be going to the beach to surf and I invited her to come ...long, she thought for a while and agreed to come with me, she just said that we would have to go back early if she intended to have lunch and mainly catch the c***dren back from the school. My wife is a reserved type, she knows that she has a very sensual body, so she tries to cover herself well so as not to get too much attention from others, I. "Yes, oh god yes," she screamed.It was a good job it was the middle of the afternoon when my other tenants were all out at work."God who needs men when we have one of theses," she giggled."True," I said."God but I'm still horny," she sighed, "can't we go out and find somebody for me to fuck?" Who do you suggest?" I asked."How the fuck do I know," she snapped, "let see how we can find, please." Ok, get dressed then," I said, "no not your underwear just your skirt and blouse."I got the car out of. “Yeah, but I mean, he’s married to a woman 25 years younger than him.” She shrugged as she dragged me from the elevators towards the stairs. “It can’t be too much of a surprise.”“I don’t really want to think of Dad as being unfaithful,” I decided as we headed down the stairs. Even the stairwells were bright and lovely. Murals were painted on the concrete brick walls. Sunshine, dolphins, girls. Tasteful, not quite Fuck Island as my mind imagined it.“Yeah, luckily Mom and Dad, my Mom and Dad,. In short - I was feeling sexually deprived.I travel quite a bit as part of my job and over the years I'd sampled a lady or two, but the fear of taking home a disease made me put a stop to that. Instead I managed to come up with a steady girl friend in several cities - a sailor's girl in every port kind of thing as it were - and it worked out well for me. I did feel somewhat guilty about it at first, but I was able to rationalize the guilt away. I didn't love any of those women the way I loved.