Yeah." Kathi was telling me about problems at church. I would just say something non committal as I slid in and out of her sister's juicy cunt.She s...opped talking after a while which prompted me to say something , "yeah yeah uh huh.". With a voice of concern she asked if I was feeling all right. I watched my shaft slide out so the head was at the mouth of my wife's cunt, the bedroom light shining off her juices on my shaft. "Peter are you feeling all right? Your breathing is so heavy." I. Manageable. I was sureof it! Marriage material for sure! But those same traits now seemedto render him less than manly, less deserving of me. I still lovedhim, and still found him attractive, but in a different way.Attractive as a challenge, as something to work with, not as what hewas. Fun, maybe even exciting, but not necessarily satisfying.Let me explain. Dan's birthday was coming up, and I'd meant toreciprocate for that last Valentine's Day present, the red and blackoutfit I was. She rarely masturbated when anyone was awake, but the intense obsession she was having just would not go away. And she never turned her toy on when anyone might be around, but for some reason that seemed rather stupid and more than a bit disingenuous. It’s not like anyone would care. As she closed her eyes, and began to run the vibrating loveliness above, around and across her swollen clit, she slowly rocked her hips, her body and mind beginning to concentrate on her own self pleasure, and not. For the first few nights, he had insisted on sleeping onthe couch, chivalrously insisting that I take the bed to get what hekept calling my "beauty sleep." But after seeing him so stiff and sorein the morning - hardly surprising, given the need to squeeze his large,sixty-something frame onto such a short sofa - I had taken pity on himand agreed that we both use the bed.It was a queen size, big enough so that we weren't on top of oneanother. But with the nights getting colder, it was only.