Steff had never seen me without the beard and she had never seen me with hair that wasn't worn long in the Seventies hippie style although I did short...n it up some as I grew older. I had the beard when I met her and I had never shaved it off. I decided to make a few other changes, show up at her party, wait until I could catch her under the mistletoe and then give her a passionate kiss. She wouldn't know who I was until our lips met and no one else there would know it was me either. I smiled as. She sighed “Shit, I don’t think this would be so hard.” She looked down at her hands again and then back at him. “Open your hand?” she asked.Marty opened his hand, and she placed a ring in it. His hand tingled where the ring sat. He pulled it closer and picked it up with his left hand. He looked at the ring and realised it was similar to hers. I did have two different gems, and the band seemed wider like for a man.“You have two rings?” he questioned.She sighed. “Yes and no. They are a bonded. She looked into my eyes with tears beginning to well in her own, then slowly rolled over and began to very quietly sob into her pillow before falling asleep. I eventually fell asleep in utter disappointment with myself for not being able to fulfil my wife’s desires for sex. The following day while sat in my den trawling the net to see if there was anything new that may help me solve my dilemma, a pop up for a porn site came on my computer screen. I casually perused the various clips of all the. He began to kiss my neck sucking, licking and nipping a trail all the way to my ear where he whispered, "How bad do you want my cock?" I moaned and responded by moving my hand to his zipper and slowly massaging his cock through his khakis. He ground his hips into my touch so I found his button and unfastened it, slowly unzipping his pants. His breathing became harder as I slipped down from the counter top and sank to my knees in front of him. I slowly slid his pants down revealing a huge bulge.