He used to be very sexual but it had been a while since his “wild times” when he did a few threesomes and gangbangs and such. He had all kinds of ...etishes but never let his wife know of any.Marie was 34. The mother f two kids, she had done a great job of keeping her body in shape. She was 5’5”, 130 pounds with full c-cup tits that had perfectly perky nipples. She worked pretty hard at the gym to maintain a toned body. She had shot blonde hair, green eyes, and full lips. She was regularly. Matrimony just was not what it was cracked up to be. It wasn't about companionship at all, no, as a matter of fact, it seemed more like a business proposition. She had told him that her marriage had turned out to be about money and status- not about a sacred relationship between man and woman at all. When She had said those words, the short hairs on the back of his neck had stood up. Maybe that was the sign married men get when it's time to get the Hell out of Dodge. He didn't know and had no. She frowned. Had anyone watched, or was it only her imagination?Wrapping herself into a terrycloth robe, she found her rubber sandals and slid her feet into them. Well, if somebody had watched her with George, she'd know about it before long. But meanwhile, her mother wasn't going to be home for hours, and Sunny was getting anxious to repeat the glorious experience she'd had earlier. She wanted to know if fucking was really as far-out as it seemed.Shivering a little with anticipation, she. They must have been talking with each other. Perhaps, thought Dean, she has had enough exposure to his selfish side. Dean did not have time for this man’s attitude. He was there to get Brandy out of the tabloids, and ethics were as useful to him now as a used condom. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his badge that included the intertwined symbol of the School for Sexual Expression. ‘What is that?’ sighed the diplomat. ‘Relax. Just take a close look at it.’ Dean responded in measured.