Red, the color of your face at this moment, warm with embarrassment. You try to cover yourself with your hand, but that was pretty futile. "Hahaha, yo... can't cover that with your hand. It's too big!" "Fuck man, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean this." "It's no problem! I actually am kind of attracted to it!" "Uhh..."Attracted, how? A guy usually feels grossed out seeing another man's package. But this fool, he likes it. You notice him licking his lips. "Looks like you need some help there," you hear. At least, that's what I thought... As usual Billy was at work and I jumped on his computer to some songs from his itunes, onto my Kindle. I was looking for the folder he keeps that stuff in, when I stumbled on one labelled "Jenny". Curiosity got the better of me and I wondered why he would have kept a file under my name. I opened it and expected to find pictures of me from various family events. What I found was about two dozen TXT files, all labelled "Jenny 1" and so on. I clicked on the. I can’t take my eyes of the hand print that still lingers on her ass. She closes the door behind her. I place my hands on the sink and lean forward exasperated. I catch my reflection in the mirror, tousled hair, flushed cheeks, a mischievous smile from ear to ear. I laugh at myself, at what she has made me feel. I think about her tongue, her wetness…those socks. The alarm on my wrist goes off. 7:00. Time to pick her up for our long awaited reunion. I emerge from the bathroom to find her in my. There was no need to hide my fantasies anymore.So, given that it’s unusual for a man to want his wife even to have sex with other men, why would I want to go much further and let Mary actually live as another man’s his wife? After all, it could have been for a long time. It could even have ended up being permanentWell, at the time, Mary and I had hit a point in our marriage that was a little rocky. As she said to me later, we weren’t in a very good place and after so many years together, we.