I know I do. But I need some excitement in my life. I'm nearly fifty and I need this. I need someone to help me feel alive and desirable. God knows, H...ward is a wonderful lover. He fills me so completely and he is so thoughtful with me. I couldn't ask for a more considerate husband. But ... I need more.I've really made a mess of this. I've alerted him to my intention. I've stupidly caused him to doubt me. There is no way I can indulge myself if he is watching me closely. Why did I have to warn. I watched as Joan's eye roll back in her head. We eased her onto the coffee table. Chris slowly removed her hand from her sub's spent hole. Before Joan came to Chris bound her arms and legs to the table."Have a seat Vicki" Chris instructed me. Chris sat next to me rubbing my thighs. "How did you like watching you wife being fisted?" Very hot mistress. It's amazing what Joan has let herself become. When we were first married she never gave me head. I would buy all sorts of kinky things. The sun felt good on my chest. Two or three times, cars had pulled into the carport across from the pool, and I opened my eyes to see if it was Carla, but, each time, it was someone else. It was five thirty when I decided to give it up and try it another day. I didn't want to leave her a note to call me, because I was curious about how she looked now. I was finishing putting my shirt back on when I saw her pulling into her parking space.The first thing that I noticed was that she had cut off. ”That got the first reaction we had in a while from Mr. Eckhers. “Bah! There is a suit for everyone, we just have to find it.”The three of them got to talking. So, now undirected by them I decided to pick up the book, removed the Thai delivery receipt bookmark, and started reading. I was almost done but still undecided about the book but I liked the protagonist. The pacing wasn’t as quick as I would like but there are few Holmesian inspired works I enjoy at all so less than perfect but good was.