I noticed that he didn't look directly at me when I climbed in, he didn't say a word. "Good morning," I greeted him. "Let's get going!" I wanted to pu... him at ease, having noticed that he was very tense and that he was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I suppose in his position I would be feeling a lot of apprehension as well. I needed to quell his fears. "Cheryl seemed pretty happy when she got back to the room last night," I ventured. He gave no response, just continued to drive with a. "Do you know whether she felt the same for you?"I looked him square in the eyes. He either assumed my silence showed the level or he read me again."I do apologize, but your response may tell me more than you know. Please, do you know how she felt for you?"I broke eye contact and shrugged again. "I thought I did, but I was wrong. I wanted to take our relationship to the next level, a more intimate level, but she wanted to wait for marriage." Finally, I looked back at him.Michael looked away for. The sex was fine. Over the years we had tried just about everything and openly discussed what each of us liked and didn't like. I was happy with her sexual performance and I assumed that she was ok with mine. Life was good. The future was bright. It was bright until we had the night talk.Normally when we go to bed, we do one of two things: have sex or go to sleep. We have never lain in bed with the lights out and discussed personal matters of any type. It was a routine for which we both seemed. A black transparent blouse and a long wrap-a-round skirt which meant a spilt that goes all the way up so I can easily get my hand under. Finally, a black lace shawl to put over her shoulders and drape over her transparent blouse. I was sure I was going to be hard all night looking at her and knowing what was underneath.While mingling with everyone at the pre-dinner drinks I noticed a few men and even some women admiring my wife and we had a few compliments from close associates of mine telling.