In the end we did find a suitable person through the internet, a young lad named James. James lived around 100 miles away, a bit far, but ok, and was ... youthful 22 years old. This seemed acceptable to my 51 year old wife and she took to the idea enthusiastically. After a few discussions and photo-swapping sessions with James we came to agree on a plan of action. A hotel was booked for a Saturday night about half way between our two homes and we arranged to meet James in a pub nearby at 7.00 pm.. Her hesitation in answering gave me her true feelings rather more than the "I love you, im married to you, i only want you" response that she gave. Moving on....and after nibbling away at her defences about this I told Sue that if she wanted the real thing rather than just watch films I didnt see why it should affect our relationship if it was purely an extension of what we were now watching virtually every evening. Three or four weeks later she asked if I had meant what Id said, it proved she. "You've never seen my house have you?" No, is it nice?" You'll just have to wait and see" I laughed and stroked her thigh.We were in the back of a limousine, sent by the London office to meet us from Heathrow, the driver, Mack assured me that he knew Mayfair and even the avenue where I lived, so we sat back and opened a bottle of champagne."Oh my God" she looked around in awe at the house and the furniture in it,"This is absolutely wonderful, it must have cost a fortune!"Mack struggled in with. Every breath he took in while staring at her seemed harder than the previous. His chest became heavier as the time began to stand still. How did he manage to find such a beauty, and why couldn’t he keep her forever? Sliding his hand up her side he trembled slightly. Her skin felt so velvety smooth against his calloused hands. “Chris…” Her voice was a broken whisper as her back arched, reaching desperately for more contact. Neither of them was quite sure how they got here. One moment they.