So why did I think it would be any different now? Still I continued to try to convince him that it would be a good idea. Sharing was always a good ide.... Mamma had taught us that, I remembered her words quite well. ‘Frank, you share those cookies with Joe, it ain’t nice to not share.’ She gave me a crooked smile and handed me two glasses of milk filled to the brim, but not overflowing. Damn, those were the days. The years just flew by like fish hooked on a string waiting to be cooked, but. The reality that everyone was going tosee me wandering through the shopping centre with an Ann Summers bag inmy hands suddenly hit me.The things we men do for love!I eventually got used to it and Samantha took pictures of me pretendingto blow her a kiss while holding the bag.Over the course of the next week whilst I was at work Samantha ordered anAnn Summers loyalty card in my name Evelyn Tracey but as "Miss" not"Mister". Then she made some purchases on it.Then when I got home I saw a silky. Just don't show anyone else without my permission." Permission?" Not that you'll be getting it anytime soon mister!"The next several weeks went by and the sex kept up at a decent pace for a nearly dead sex life. We were doing it at least once or twice during the week and twice on the weekend. Occasionally we would get up to three times. All this heat I built up from the fantasies was getting me through this dry spell pretty efficiently.Any time I wanted to summon up a rock I would just picture. It would take her a year to make it, but oh what a year it would be.John was still in his office clicking through folders, taking it all in, trying to contain himself. Then he thought back to that morning. He'd been thinking about it all day; how could it have slipped his mind now? He clicked on the folder and felt vindicated when he saw the time stamp on the files. His heart raced at the thought of knowing where his wife had been.As he clicked through the pictures, he grew increasingly.