Our first year, as man and wife, was fine, actually, it was almost a year-long honeymoon. Trouble started about 15 months after we were married. Cathy...complained to me about an employee named Roger Freeman at her plant who was trying to get her to go out with him. She told me that she told him no because she was married. The jerk said he didn’t care and he wasn’t going to tell me anyway.I made Cathy file a harassment complaint against the guy at her office. She did. The next time I went to. He speared a firm tongue through her glistening pussy, circling the tip of his tongue around her clit. He pulled her closer and plunged his tongue into her slit. So tight. Her juices coated his tongue, and dripped down his chin.Kim tried to take Brindle all the way down her throat but he was thick and she could only get him about halfway. She worked the cock head with quick sucking and slow swirling licks. “Oh, shit. Ok. I’m ready for some pussy,” Brindle announced as he grabbed his discarded. As I was getting naked the guy was removing various sex-toys from his bag, plugs, dildo's, vibrators and some kind of miniature baseball bat, which kinda made me nervous. Still, I needed it so fucking badly, and was soon on my hands and knees, offering my bum to him. First, he had covered my bum, cock and balls in shaving foam and slowly, methodically shaved me smooth, much more thoroughly than I could do alone. When I had rinsed off he put on a pair of rubber gloves and seemed satisfied with. He worked long hours to keep us afloat. I wasn't naive to that. Even now, dad was working late night shifts."Maybe I'm still immature. I know I'm a man now, but it's hard keeping my needs in check. It wasn't pleasant, hoping to finally have sex for the first time, and now those chances seems dashed." Oh, sweetheart. Come here, a hug always makes things better."Maybe it was her body being so close or talking about stuff made me relaxed, but I was sporting a severe boner. I was hoping I could.