Five minutes later she was stood by her garage door, as she opened it I walked in, she shut the door and turned the light on. As we stood there she sa...d “Where” and looking around I said “By the work station”, there was a long wooden bench type table.As we walked over to it I said “Put your hands on the table” as she did I came from behind and fondled her massive tits. After a few minutes I unclipped her bra and her tits drooped down and into my hands. I spent a fair few minutes feeling her up. Why don’t you tell me what’s up and I’ll see if I can shed some of my unique light on it.”“In other words, what do I have to lose?” I asked.“Exactly.”I spent thirty minutes explaining what was going on and what my options were as I saw them.“Remember when I told you that the obvious path might not be the best?” Jeremy asked.“Yeah.”“Well, I never saw this as a real possibility. Sometimes in life, an opportunity will come up that’s unexpected. I feel like this is one of those. I see that this. Happy Valentine’s Day. Brad is a man’s man, a quiet man, and a good one. He works on cars, farms, and watches TV. That’s all, really. I knew that when we got married and I feel a little ashamed now to nearly hate the way we’ve become. Boring. Stale. Hell, even to say we were just above platonic might be giving us more credit than we deserve. We have sex once a month, maybe. When we do its rub here, lick there, insert A into B, and…we’re done. I can barely stand the excitement. We’ve been. ’ She smiled her thanks and turned to follow his directions. ~ He considered his options. Back to cooking. Or watch her go, and risk her looking over her shoulder and catching him. He took the gamble. His eyes rolled up and down her body as she walked away. Her bottom wiggled enchantingly. With the motion of her hips he could just make out each cheek rolling up and down beneath the towel. It was a magnificent view, and he got away with it. ~ She found the bedroom easily enough and wondered at.