"What's wrong with us John? We haven't made love more than twice since you lost your job. Is there something wrong with me?" Oh honey, there is nothin... wrong with you, it's just... well I just don't feel like it, that's all." Well you had better see someone or figure out what's your problem because acting like this isn't good for our marriage. I have needs to John!"A couple of days later Lola had left for work and I was pouring over the want ads when Marion leaned over my shoulder and looked. She tried to get me to call Suzanne and apologize to her. She begged me for once in my life to shove my stupid pride aside and make the first move. I accused her of ganging up on me with our daughter.Janice left me soon after that. A daughter was born but I never saw her. My granddaughter. Janice found somebody, got married and moved back east. She sent me cards for Christmas and my birthday every year. Every one had a note with Suzanne's phone number in it. Twice a year, I'd sit in my easy. She was smiling now. When I covered her body with mine, I kissed her – hard and demanding – and then paused.I maneuvered us under a sheet, my head on a pillow, her at my side resting on my chest. Her leg was carelessly across mine, her pussy rubbing on my hard thigh. I bent that knee a bit, shifting her up on my body as I pushed on her cunt more directly. I was hard and I knew that she felt it."Okay. My turn," was all I said, wrapping an arm around her back."First your questions: that's the. Mr Mark is staying in another cabin.” Tiffany's stomach was in an uproar. Fear chemicals were pouring into her digestive system. She felt sick. “I need you to come down to my office on the second deck after lunch. 1:30.” Dilip commanded. Tiffany nodded. “OK, I'll be there.” Her heart was pounding.Lunch was quiet. I figured she was just tired or disappointed at my lack of energy. I didn't suspect that she was getting fucked silly every time we were apart!We walked the pool deck after lunch and.