Big guy, small cock.He was a waiter at the diner she’d stopped at and had come on to her strong. He was very young and looked wholesome in a way tha... boys have when they’re almost men. He had the upper body of a football player, definitely over eighteen, so he wasn’t jailbait. Normally he wouldn’t have tempted her, but she’d been on the road for eight straight hours and was so horny she wasn’t thinking straight.What the hell, she thought. He’s about twenty, he can probably get it up three times. Have I failed our marriage? Have I failed you? You're rarely home anymore; almost fleeing the place that has once been your safe haven. I heard you say it more often than not that you cherished our ties, our connection, that I was your sanctuary from the cruel world and yet...At this very moment too, you are not home. Work's been putting a strain on you—or your new lover? You're hiding her very well, aren't you? You're not even nestling your nose between my breasts anymore when you come to bed. . Gina.” He slipped out of character as she caressed his swollen manhood. “I have some milk and cookies for you, Santa. Come get them,” she teased, and then sauntered off to the bedroom, her hips swaying. She could hear the bells attached to his coat jingling and his heavy black boots thumping on the hardwood floor as he followed. When she turned around at the edge of the bed, she saw him reaching toward his beard. For just a moment, she too slipped out of character. There was something. ’ I nodded yes. ‘But this is different Sandy. He first started to ask you to meet him with a group for lunch? I remember you telling me later that his hours became so crazy that it ended up being only the two of you, nobody else, right?’ I nodded, but now I was starting to feel something different in my gut. ‘How many people at that level of management need to have crazy hours? Then after three months, it was after work drinks. When did he first ask to go out to dinner after work?’ I never.