Privately, he’d also bring her sex life a fair amount. And not just mundane things. He told me all about the porn she likes to watch (rough gangbang...), stuff she liked to do in bed, where she takes cumshots, and some sexual stories from her past that essentially can be summed up as “She was a slut” before they were married. He’s also shown me some flattering pictures of her exposing her cleavage, and repeatedly talks about how awesome her tits are now.It was around this time I realized (and it. Inside a sealed plastic bag I had a towel and a sheet to be used for staunching the flow of blood in case of an accident. Also in the back pack was an old coarse wool blanket from the Red Cross of days long gone. It was certainly not a synthetic blanket of the new Red Cross. I had rejected several of those because I considered them inferior.So there I lay on the floor, wrapped in the blanket, using the back pack with the first aid supplies stuffed inside as a pillow. I had, for sure, slept in. ?First, the medicine,? I said. Her face grew a panicked look and I could see the ?N? word lurching toward the surface. I quickly grabbed the tube, shaped much like a clear plastic tampon, and worked the plunger, filling it with a viscous yellow fluid from a small bottle in our ?travel? kit. ?This will make you feel better, down there.??What...what is it???It’s lots of things, but mostly an aphrodisiac. You’ll like it.? I slid the tube into her vagina and, thumb on plunger, pushed the fluid up. ”“We both love how things are working bud,” I replied, “I know how much she loves you and loves being with you.”Kevin smiled, “She told you that she loves me? I love that and I love her as well.”“I would like to spend the night before Christmas Eve with her,” I said, “If you don’t mind.”“Of course I don’t mind; she is your wife, how could I mind?” Kevin replied.“We won’t have sex; I just want to be with her.”“You won’t have sex?” Kevin asked.“No, I won’t even see her naked, her orders.