One minute, I’m a normal, married guy with a regular, healthy sex drive, and then I end up ... wanting to fuck anything that moves. And for a tradit...onal, Modern Orthodox Jewish husband, this is a real jolt to my system, you know. It’s like, how did I become this sex-obsessed, constantly masturbating, constantly horny bastard?“At the same time, you’re turning into a wildcat in bed, and this should have meshed, but I’m wondering what happened to us, and half of me is afraid that we’d turn into. That moment, I knew what real fulfilling love was. Love is not sex, sex is not love. Love is desiring to please and pleasure each other without hesitation. To be instrumental in each other's fulfillment.We showered together. She told me I was welcome to her home whenever I wished."No one in the group is possessive. Rule number two of the group is no jealousy. Rule one being, discretion at all times." On my return to Sharon and Pastor John's, even though it was late, Sharon was waiting for me,. ’ He looked kindly, standing there patiently waiting for the fog in my head to clear enough to understand what he wanted. Feeling apathetic and suddenly hungry, I let him lead me along. Walking over he gave me his name, clearly not expecting anything from me in return. ‘I’m Major William Fortson but everyone calls me Bill.’ The church, the sign in front said, ‘Salvation Army Citadel Corps,’ had a hall in the back. It was warm, almost stuffy inside. There were a half dozen tables and maybe ten. Shelly looked up with a wide smile."I know, Lover," she said. "I knew what you meant. I'm a little sore. Not terribly so but enough that it is less than comfortable." No bleeding or anything?" Sarah asked.Shelly shook her head."Nothing like that," she giggled. "Just the good old-fashioned stretched out pussy feeling that you all have bragged about for two weeks now." So we all want to cuddle together again tonight?" Sarah asked with a hint of hopefulness in her voice."Sounds like a wonderful.