Millie headed off to the bathroom to clean up the cum oozing from her pussy. Barry tucked his cock back in his pants. Sitting in the living room he ag...in wondered what was going on. His wife had suddenly turned into a sex manic. There had to be a reason. She came back and said she would get dinner started. He read the paper but his mind was on the task. He kept coming back to the thought that his wife had a lover and her sudden amorous feelings were not love but guilt. How could he find out?. So the fact was that Millie had chosen a man to help her with her problem, who had only minimal experience at ... helping a woman with her problem.While Millie might have been able to detect that potential bump in the road, she was still unaware of the larger issue, that is to say, why in fact she was still in Beaverton at all. To be fair to Bob, he was smitten with Millie, but he was also an honorable man. So while he would have dearly loved to assist Millie in her emotional situation, he. I just sat there, my chest heaving, as I basked in the afterglow of yet another come. What has he done to me? Am I turning into a nymphomaniac or what? And that was indeed the $50.00 question. Was he trying to hurt me, to harm me, to belittle me or embarrass me? Or was he just manning up, knowing what was best for me – for us – and just taking some control of the situation and making this all happen, and freeing his lover to experience all that she was intended to? This was indeed confusing. As. "Mmmm..." I moaned, "not really that in particular..." Yes, we talked." Jen admitted, "I didn't go into detailed planning or anything, I just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to be upset or jealous or anything like that. I think that's why she gave you a big kiss on her way out the door this morning, just a little 'forget-me-not'." Jen giggled, "I thought it was really funny watching you squirm afterwards, though!" Yeah, thanks for that." I said sarcastically. "So... where does that leave.