Swati was very pretty, slim 5’6” tall with perfect assets.She worked as a manager in a reputed bank. They had not yet planned to have a child. So ...hey were a nice happy couple enjoying life to the fullest. I was staying alone. My wife had left me early to be with God and my kids have settled abroad after their studies. I used to meet them every now and then. Soon we became good friends. We used to always met for drinks and dinners every weekend. There was a strange feeling I had that Swati used. Then our son was born. In her pregnancy I dint have sex with her. She dint allow. So one year I was having no sex at all. After 3 months of son getting born, we restarted sex. This is when the real story starts. Though both of us were horny the sex was just not the same.Like earlier after I made her to cum she would simply lie down for me to fuck her. There was little or almost nil corporation from her side. I would just pump and sleep. Slowly everyday became two three times a week. Finally. **I want you to know, as I write this, I am dripping all over the chair having this memory**I'll skip all the stupid stuff involved. I couldn't find his place, and I didn't have a map. I ended up calling him from my apartment and apologizing. After making sure it's something I wanted to do, he set another date for the next day off we both shared.I asked him again before we hung up our phones, "how big are you?"He just chuckled and said "It's big baby."The next three days were agony. I waffled. That was an unusual remark from my dad, we really didn’t have a lot to talk about in those days, me being a junior in high school and all, and of coarse I knew it all. I studied hard and got good grades, and I practiced a lot and became quite good on my old guitar. On my eighteenth birthday, the folks rewarded me with a brand new Fender guitar and amplifier. Three of my friends and I had been practicing together and had formed a little band and as luck would have it, there was to be a talent.