My penis would swell when I watched her flirt or walk past him with her blouse open.Why did I feel jealousy and still an urge to yield sexual access t... my pretty wife? ... I didn't know, but it was a nagging impulsive thought that was always lurking in my mind. They would brush past each other in the tiny kitchen and I would imagine them touching. At night we whispered about it in bed."I'd like to see you with Tom," I'd whisper."Oh you're silly ... I ... couldn't..."I began to have a fantasy. I was at the point that I didn't care if she told anyone what we were doing. I smacked her ass really hard and said to her I'm gonna fuck this tight little ass good. She put her head down and shook her ass up and down a few times inviting me to do just what I said. I grabbed my cock and guided it right for her shitter. She was pushing against it like she was trying to take a shit. I didn't know what the fuck she was doing but she said to me that makes it go in easier baby just keep going in. “I wasn’t ignoring that. What you said … overwhelmed me.” We talked about the tattoos I showed him. He liked them and would have trouble choosing one to express what I had just confessed. We agreed that the ‘Slut’ and black bull were very descriptive, but we also agreed they might not be for obvious display. I told him I was thinking the ‘Slut’ right above my pussy or the black bull right above my ass crack. He agreed but also thought the black spade with the ‘Q’ could be publicly displayed. "What's the matter?" Darryl asked. He was kind of concerned."Nothing," Rachel said. "So, what's up?" Do you want to go over to my house today?" Darryl asked. "To study. For science." OK," Rachel smiled. She loved hanging out with Darryl."Great," Darryl said and they walked home together.***********They were hanging out in Darryl's room, "studying," when Darryl asked, "Rach, are you a virgin?"Rachel was suspicous. Had he seen her masturbate or something? "Yeah, why? Are you?" Just.