I explained that I might fuck other women, but I would always come home to her. I had no desire to move in with, or marry, another woman. For a while,...she was a little uncomfortable with the idea of getting fucked outside our marriage. Then one night I was in earlier than she and went to bed without her. About midnight she came in and woke me without meaning to. I asked her how her evening had been and as she undressed, I noticed she had no panties on. She always wears panties, so my antenna. No fancy footwork, just walk into you and wear you down until you were too tired and then he'd nail you. The bell rang for the first round and I danced out and met Ripper in the middle of the ring and my first punch was a left jab that skipped past his guard and hit him dead on the chin. It was a lucky punch and I knew it, but it was a lucky punch that dazed him enough to cause him to drop his guard and a right cross put him down for the count (I met him six months later in a five round pre-lim. I rubbed the tip of my cock on both her nipples. Then I grabbed both her tits and squeezed them together and slid my cock in the middle. They felt so good, I was almost ready to blow just on the sight I was witnessing. That's when I noticed that her mouth was opened a little. I took that as some sort of sign. I inched up closer to her face and opened her mouth a little more so I could slide my cock inside her warm wet mouth. She was passed out, but it was as if she knew what she was doing, her. It did and it didn't. I didn't have any hold on him. There were times you and he were in your room and I got jealous. I'm the one who seduced him, got his virginity, convinced him he could bed me. It was like I did all the work and then you'd pass him on the way to the bathroom and grab his cock and just kind of detour him into your room. We didn't promise to love each other till we died. I felt that way but I never said it. And I'd hear you screaming and go 'I want that.' I was never mad at.