One of the best things about our marriage is the one thing I can no longer enjoy. Jennifer and I had a great sex life and I now constantly yearn for w...rmth and affection. Making love is one of the greatest gifts that Mother Nature ever gave us… I’ve been celibate for two months now and it’s driving me crazy,” Mac ruefully concluded.Darcy did not know what to say and merely shrugged sympathetically. His coffee was thankfully almost finished and he was anxious to get upstairs once more.“You have. I only sent you the photograph after hearing that your crazy husband number five burned down your LA mansion when you decided to divorce him, and you announced through social media that you hadn’t a single photo of your mother Elinor, who died last month.No, I don’t stalk you on social media or even saw it on the news, it was a professional friend of mine that passed on your plea for photographic memories.I must admit, I didn’t keep that photo all those years for you or Elinor. I still cannot. I doubt any changeling in history could say that. We did the cuckolding. We assumed husbands' forms and seduced their wives. We didn't have wives. We didn't have women who loved us. And Xandra did. She shone with the white aura every married woman possessed, and I could see my form dancing in her thoughts.She loved me.But something was wrong.“Xandra,” I said, my voice hoarse, not my smooth tenor. But she didn't answer. Her hands only cupped Yasmine's round, ebony breasts. My wife leaned her. I sat up and straightened my painfully constricted cock, which really did not have enough room in my tight jeans, it was the fashion at that time to wear tight jeans but it was not always terribly practical. Now was one of those moments.I checked to see if there was a wet mark from my precum - there was but it was not too obvious. I also checked the time - we had maybe 45 minutes until Mom and Dad got home - that was pretty tight as would could not risk them getting home early.As the minutes.