My name is Layla and I am a forty-three-year-old woman. I have kept my looks and work out three times a week. My son, Luke, is just seventeen and is a...strapping, handsome young man. I can’t say I was attracted to him, I wasn’t, but he did look a lot like his father, who I was besotted with. It all started a few years ago, well sort of. For years my son had nightmares, not every night, more like once a week. He’d wake up screaming and in a cold sweat. We saw doctors about it, went to sleep. She got to smiling again.When we returned to her apartment she didn’t invite me in. With a brief hug she thanked me for the best outing in a very long time. She nodded when I asked her if we could do it again.I kept things as usual during the week and made plans to take her to a live play. She had never been to one and was like a kid at Christmas in anticipation.Afterwards I asked if she would like to see where I lived? She readily agreed. I live on a sailboat year-round. It was a. I went into the house, started walking to my room when I heard the familiar bed creaking from Frank's room and his "Oh yeah baby"s. The voyeur in me took over.I went outside the apartment and up to Frank's bedroom window. I peered into the side of his blinds. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Mary, gripping sheets, her ankles up on Frank's shoulders and Frank pounding his big cock into her. Eyes scrunched closed, mouth open, I could tell she was into that big cock. Then I saw Frank get up,. “Who knows Carla; we may just be the odd ones who are disenchanted but I doubt it. I know that there are lovely pastors who can go beyond the egotism of the be-all and end-all to their congregations yet are ideal husbands. But there are also men like Phillip and Reggie who are withholding satisfaction from their wives while having sex with other women both in their minds and with their bodies.”“See Aggie?” Carla said in amazement, “you just seem to have an uncanny ability to be in any situation.