Joan tried to think of how long it had been since she and Frank had fucked, and she couldn't remember. Two weeks, three? It seemed that her attractive...husband just wasn't interested in sex any more.Joan wished her friend Vicky was home so they could talk, but Vicky had gone shopping. The two pals often discussed the problems they had with their husbands. They were both in the same boat, with seven-year marriages that had gone stale. Both women were starved for some loving.Joan's unhappy. I began kissing her again as she played between my legs. She had both hands there now, rubbing the precum lubrication at the tip of my cock. Without asking her I took my hand between her legs and wasn't surprised to feel a little wetness on her panties. I took them aside and my fingers began feeling her up. Soon I had one finger inside her tight hole, and rubbing her sensitive area at the top of her slit. I whispered whether she'd had this done before. She said that one or two boys had tried it. She had slept well, better than she had in years. She woke, feeling truly refreshed, and at peace, with herself, and with the world, for the first time in a very long time. Waking in this man's arms, she realized what she had thought to be true, really was. He was more like Michael, than she thought at first. That's why she felt such an attraction to him. He was strong, tender, gentle, kind, caring, and considerate. He was also a wonderful lover, and last night, she felt, well, she felt. Andyour eyes, there are flecks of blue mixed in with the green now." Marysaid with worry in her eyes. Gary just shrugged his shoulders andsaid, "Maybe it's just part of the weight loss I have going on. Ithink all the sex we have been having lately has burned off somepounds," he said as he stood and showed her that his clothes were alittle baggy on him. "No worries hon, I'll get a haircut thisweekend. It's not too long yet," he said as a stray section of hairfalls down in front of his face. .