. this is a true story of me exploring my sexuality after years of frustration and wondering. I was early 40's long term married guy. I had a decent ...ex life at home, not brilliant but she never said no. I introduced her to vibrators and dildos and generally she let me do whatever I wanted to her. She just never took the lead. About 3 months earlier I had the opportunity to work away from home. It meant spending about 4 nights a week in hotel rooms. Now, I had not been faithful to the wife for. “Hey, baby,” the soft, demure voice gleamed.“Hey, love,” Mitch replied matter-of-factly. “How was your day?”“It’s been good so far. I was just finishing up dinner.”“Nice! I’m sure it’ll be delicious. I’ll stop by the pharmacy to get your prescriptions. Do you need anything else?” “No. I think I’m good. Thanks by the way.”“No problem. See you in a few.”Mitch swung by the d**ggist. He detested drive-thrus so he went inside. He waited for the estradiol and spironolactone for Aric. He shelled out. I released her and took her hands and looked deeply into her eyes.“Someday I hope you’ll be able to forgive me and trust me again.”“Me too, Big Brother, me too.”She dropped my hands and went to her room. I watched her walk away and then sat there staring at the door she had just gone through, wondering if our relationship would ever be the same as it had been. After a few minutes, I went to my desk and did my homework, and wrote in my journal and slept soundly.On Tuesday, after Kara accompanied. Icould tell Jack was uncomfortable about this conversation. "My mom doesall the laundry and all the cleaning, Mrs. Johnson. I just live there,"Jack said in a hurried, scared voice."When you get a chance, James, I need that bra sometime this afternoonand would appreciate you helping me look for it." She turned and leftthe room."What was that all about?" James looked at me like he was angry. "It'snot my fault my mother does all the work around my house. Maybe youreally are a maid here, James." I.