We meet almost every month now for a long, and slow, pleasurable afternoon of fun. Matt is aware of what happens, but does not wish to know the detail..., and never questions me about what happens, he just accepts what happens has no impact on us, and does not feel jealous or cheated by what happens.I treat his extra marital experiences the same way, I know he comes home to me each night and he's always honest with me, and hides nothing, and likewise, I don't necessarily need to know what he has. Actually he has brought a whole pitcher and some home made ceramic cups. No Dixie Cups for this group, I think to my amusement."I am very grateful to you Saul. I was getting parched with all this talk," I smile up at him as he hands me the cup.Saul gives Melville a small smirk, letting the older man know he was sent off while the real talk took place. But he is gentle as he takes his seat beside me again. I settle back against him, grateful for his warmth.While I am grinning like a fool at. . but might be a little fun. Suppressing a giggle, she pondered the queer joy of shopping for skirts, blouses, dresses, and dainty underthings. What had seemed so implausible now appeared oddly enticing. Gradually, she knew she'd develop a new life -- perhaps moving the charade of nursing for one old man into volunteering as a candy-striper... maybe attending nursing school, eventually ... in a few years, she could let go the whole fiction and really be a new person -- a woman, but her life. "She was shaken by his certainty. He was wrong; he had to be wrong. Five more? No way!"You don't know what you are talking about. Now, are you going to fuck me or should I get dressed and leave?" Not to worry Sarah, I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to keep on fucking you until you decide to stop.That evening she almost experienced first hand how a cheating wife can plant suspicion in the mind of her husband. She and Tim were at the dinner table and were talking about their respective days at.