He looks so good in it. Added on top of that was the knowledge of what we would be doing later, and now this unusual teasing by my husband added to my...arousal.We got in the car, Ryan put down the top and we drove away, but we didn't end up back home, as I thought we would. Ryan pulled into a parking lot of a store closed for the night. He drove around to the back, then stopped and turned off the engine. We both looked around to make sure we were really alone and we were. We had had sex in the. It was so long ago that she sold her Virginity for three years of tuition at the conservatoire and then squeezed a two hundred year old Cello out of the deal, except she was no virgin, a drunken evening of experimenting with marijuana had ended that phase, Clarissa's eighteenth birthday, two whole weeks after her own had seen her wake from a drunken stupor to feel sore and wet between her legs, with an ominous trail of slime over her leg and the sheets of her own brother's bed.And tonight was. The more formal, the better. Beside me and Marla, mywife, it was just her mother, the referee and scorekeeper, and Janice andStephanie, Marla's older and younger sister. Though their participation inthe contest was a pure formality - the real contest was between Marla andme. The contest started out as "the best housekeeper contest", but wasrenamed to the best wife contest quite early in the game. Even though Iwas clearly a husband, not a wife, I didn't mind the implication. On thecontrary, I. "I did as I was told. I sensed she knew what she was talking about. Ipresented my newly shaved face to her.She kissed me. "Now you are starting to be more presentable and you arereacting in response to a feeling aren't you? This is good. This meansyou are getting in touch with your anima."Feeling that it was the start of something I asked what I should donext.She said "You were just starting to get in touch with your feelings andthen like a typical male you moved straight back to actions. .