Friday night, and we went out for a drink in a swanky, but dreadfully dull hotel bar. As depressed as she was, she kept up good spirits, smiling and ...hatting away about all the gossip back on Wisteria Lane. And I tried to appear interested, but didn't do a good enough job, because she soon suggested we go somewhere more exciting."Where do you go on a Friday night? There's got to be some life Downtown? Dancing? Boys?"I sighed, and took her to the club, thinking she'd get tired of the loud. As she worked the plug back-and-forth, I came all over myself. This went on for two weeks.Then she ordered a 7-inch anal dildo to make sure I could handle the real thing. It reaches places the butt plugs never could. Against my wife's wishes, I opened it before she got home. I lubed my ass and the dildo and began to slide it in and out. I don't think my dick has ever been harder than it was as I fucked my ass for the first time. The next day I figured out I could use the suction cup to place. If I had an idea, I liked to see, right away, if it had any merit. Making adjustments, implementing big changes, or even abandoning an idea, didn't represent a problem for me."Dad, remember when you were telling me that you and I approach problems differently, and you said this gave you a lot more options when you had me giving you my take on things?" Yes, but I wasn't referring to just any problems. I was talking about having more options for me to consider before arriving at a business plan,. She took me to her room and we started kissing again and it was the best kiss of my life. We started exchanging saliva. Then she told that she has seen me peeping many time from window when she washes clothes. I felt shy and told her sorry. She told no need of sorry but she wanted to see something because i saw hers. I asked her what. She immediately pulled my shorts and pointed at my bulge in the underwear. I told her it’s yours and removed the undie. She was happy to see my junior and told.