And some time later I opened my eyes to see the repair dude standing over our bed and watching my wife's exposed leg and ass hanging out of the covers...I closed my eyes again and re-opened them, just to make sure I wasnt dreaming, and sure enough this guy was oggling my wife right in front of me. I said to him "see anything you like?" to which I got a mumbled reply "oh aye! I'd love some o that mate".Hearing this woke me up and I watched him for a bit while he checked out the missus, and he. . All the good normal conversation you want to have with an individual that enables you to learn what it is that makes them tick. Yet, when it came to sex she was open, yet guarded.She didn't like how her body, she had all these self image issues, and yet she was a stunning voluptuous bbw. She even once to me she did not like the term BBW. In her mind the BBW was associated as sex terminology and she didn't like that her body type was associated as a sex symbol and also due to the fact that. We were walkingdeep inside the forest. As we both were walkingalone, my cock started growing. As we had just returned from the swimmingpool, I didn’t were any shorts. She too noticedthe tent in my pant. I slowly rubbed my cock onher ass. She didn’t show any reaction. Sheneither stopped me nor enjoyed me. I didn’tproceed any further on that day. That day was over I wished I would get another chance likethat. After a few weeks I got an opportunity to sitnear her in the car. I slowly rubbed her. .. none, not as far as Ken is concerned, absolutely none. The fact is I asked for his trust ... no, I demanded his trust ... and then I broke it. Marge, I think I've lost him, the most important person in my life and I lost him."Tears, once again, welled up in Jen's eyes.Marge walked over and rubbed her friend's back, trying to sooth her emotions. "Honey, you don't know that. Ken's an intelligent, reasonable man, and he loves you dearly. Don't give up hope."Jen silently sat, looking like a.