Hubby: please don’t say no. This isn’t cheatingI said no. He tried to convince me to sleep with his boss to save his job. Even though I was agains... it, he made me convince by telling all the consequences. With no interest, I had to agree with it.He brought me to the living room, where his boss was sitting and having whiskey. He looked at me delightedly from top to bottom. My husband gave me some signal from his eyes. He came near me with his glass and bottle. I ran into our bedroom in. Usne muze bataya ki sab function ko gaye huve hai shyaam ko der se aayenge to maine thik hai keh kar fresh hone laga,fresh hone ke baad anushka aur maine saath me lunch kiya,phir hum dono sofe pe baith ke tv dekhane lage tab maine hbo channel lagaya,uspe kissing scene chalu tha mai change karne laga tabhi anushka ne kaha rehne do,dekh lete hai.Phir aage aur romantic scene chalu hua tab anuska ne muze puchha kya tumne kisiko kiss kiya hai?Kya tumhari koi gf hai?Tab maine kaha nahi,woh boli jhoot. He was stroking it so tenderly, probably excited from my surprise and nervousness. Craig was a splitting image of what he told me: about 5'8 and gently muscled. Late forties. Clean shaven and bald. A little hairy, but he had a gentleness to his mature figure. His penis was about six inches, but deliciously thick. "So," he began, stroking the tip. "Are you going to come over here and make me feel at home?" I was a bit timid, considering that I've never met anyone from online in person. However,. Her innocence had been taken by force at a young age, though she was well into her twenties before she realized the extent of what was stolen. The true violation was not of the flesh, but of the psyche – a lasting wound to her intimacy. Taken was her confidence, the ability to initiate this simple pleasure for the man she loved. Her sexual identity had largely become limited to the actions of her husband, her imagination and creativity cloaked in a gown of shame hemmed shut from years of guilt..