Sex that was ok to take the edge off, but nothing that she would have raved about. Rarely did she follow up. There interest wasn’t there. Then there...was work. She was good at it. She enjoyed the challenge and no one could argue with the fact that it made her a ton of money. But for what? So she could return day after day to her lonely condo? It might be in the “right” neighborhood, and it might be decked out with all of the beautiful furniture and technological gadgets anyone could want, but in. After a very few words of greeting,when we’d first met him, they completely ignored me. We went upstairs and in the lift she cuddled up againsthim. I was trembling with jealousy but meekly kept quiet andwatched Helena rubbing herself against him like a bitch in heat. Once inside the room, my wife, still openly ignoring mypresence, was all over him and he undid the zip of her dress whichslipped down around her ankles, soon to be followed by her sexyunderwear. Naked, save for her hold up. He looked at me, and then at my throbbing cock, bit his lower lip and left. I knew I had a partner. I got up and went into the hallway. The young k** was going into the dark room. He looked around 125 lbs, 5' 7", had a slight six-pack. I was throbbing as I made my way to the room. I parted the curtain and entered. The room was totally black and I could not see a thing. It would take a few minutes for my eyes to adjust.I could smell the sex. A couple was on the bed, fucking. I could hear the. John was on his way out as I got home. I knew he always carried his mobilein his coat pocket which was hanging up in the hall and I carefully liftedit from his pocket and put it in the kitchen behind some opened post. Johnwas running late and shot out the door with only a quick goodbye - he wasplaying into my hands.He came home as usual at about 11.00 pm and I was still up. I was lookingsad and was not my usual bubbly self when he walked in the door. WhateverJohn was, he was quite perceptive.