All went well for a few weeks as he stayed over one or two nights a week so I had to be on my best behavior. One Sunday I went to my Aunt's for a Sund...y to get away from the house as they were there all weekend. I have a habit of wearing panties when I get home from work, as I feel more comfortable in them after a sweaty day at the office. I used to stuff them under the mattress as I assumed so one would find them there. This weekend I bought a new duvet set and left it on the bed unopened that. He wondered if he met our kids, and I said they don’t know about another man. He presumed I would keep fucking and he wanted to know where he stood. I told him I didn’t want to leave him but a door had been opened in me that I could not close. Was another man with his wife something he couldn’t handle? If he was ok with someone else fucking me then perhaps he would much prefer licking me when I was awake. I honestly thought I saw him fist pump at that comment.He thought for a long time. And. ’ ‘Is he successful?’ ‘He has sold a couple of major works, he tends to only do commissioned works these days, and that’s where the problem lies. The last couple of men who have commissioned works have tried to wrest the artistic control of the painting from him. It was obvious from their demands that they knew little about the composition of paintings.’ ‘So commissions are thin on the ground, is that it?’ ‘Yes. He hasn’t had any commissions for over a year now. The frustration of relying on my. ”“And which one is that, considering I’ve never been to your room” I grinned at him“Top of the stairs on the right you can’t miss it. Want me to show you?” he replied cheekily.“Somehow I think I can do that myself.” I laughed. With that I got up and sauntered through the door leaving Ian watching me his eyes focused on my ass.The bathroom was large and spacious with a huge corner bath and separate shower. A wet towel hung over the side and I realised that Neil must have put it there…mmm what.