She ... the only appropriate word is 'snuggled' ... against me. Despite any reservations I may have had, her slight form felt good against me as we si...ped at the drinks she'd made.When we'd both finished, she took the mugs and put them in the little sink in the galley, then returned to her place tucked in against me. It wasn't long after that I realised she was asleep. I was half amused and half irritated, thinking I'd disturb her when I got up to check everything was okay. Then, against my. In truth, my life was a loveless sham. Sex was nowhere. How could I have sex with a body I didn’t love? A question I have always pondered was, “Did I ever truly love my wife?” I guess I did in some ways, just not the right ways for the wife.We argued about money, of course, and the kids, who I adore, even if the act of getting them was a chore.Then one day out of the blue, it happened. It was a Tuesday evening and she – I can’t really call her my wife anymore - gave me a beer and told me. He wiggled toward Nancy. His hands slid along her thighs, then fanned behind her, clutched at her ass, felt it, then cupped her asscheeks. He muffled his face into the crotch of her pink panties and licked voraciously."Ah! Oooooh! Ooooh!" Nancy moaned.Then he tugged at her panties, pulled them down, sliding the slick nylon over the marbled smoothness of her hips, pushing them down to her knees. He kissed her cunt, a sweet pussy that looked like a hot buttered biscuit. His tongue slithered into. ” He took Emma’s hands in his and squeezed them for emphasis. Emma smiled at him weakly.Brent leaned in and kissed her briefly.“Ok,” he said afterward, “Let’s do this.” He gestured towards the nightstand with a nod at ‘this’.Emma nodded and chuckled. “Ok. Let’s.”Brent laid down and placed his hands over his head. He wasn’t exactly sure how this worked; Andrea and he had never done anything remotely like bondage play. Fortunately, Emma took charge.Emma took the cuffs and maneuvered one of.