”“Again. Harder,” she says pleading with her eyes.Smack!“I berated you for masturbating, but then I did it.”“Yes.”Smack!I release her an... walk out of the shower.I can’t explain what just happened. Judge me as you will. I am human.I sulk in the living room and then move to the bedroom. She is still in the shower and sees me through the window.Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I grab my cock. With my eyes never leaving her face, I stroke myself with hard, slow strokes. I am hurting and again. Edward sat upon the bed holding a portrait in an ornate, gold frame. The portrait showed a beautiful young woman. Behind the woman were the discernable soft, white humps of the feathery wings that had, in life, adorned the woman's back.The young warrior sighed with sorrow. So beautiful she had been, with her long blonde hair and luminous green eyes that could dance with laughter or burn with anger depending on her mood. Tears streamed down Edward's cheeks as he remembered the only woman he had. I had fully expected to have to go back to the motel for my research.So I found out they sold a coffee warmers for the car at the closest Walmart store. It had one of those 'buy it today and pick it up at the store today' symbols, which meant they were in stock. I made the purchase and got the email immediately that the item would be ready in one hour for pickup. That being the case I drove the thirty five miles to get one. I also go a stainless steel one quart thermos.When I got back to the. “Besides, except for her renewed interest in getting laid, she’s just the same. I mean, she’s still sassy, funny, and full of herself. She’s still Shayla, man.”“What about you?”“Dude, I’m your friend. I’m flattered you’re hot for my wife. So am I. Truth is, Shayla was totally in control. So, I’m not about to blame you for something she did.”“Are you pissed at her that she, um, did me like that?”“You got to know that’s one of the things I love about her. She’s going to do what she’s going to do..