Instead, she laced her fingers in mine ever so slightly. If I hadn't been paying attention I might have missed it. She pulls back quickly — as if as...amed of the intimate acceptance.Patiently, I wait a few seconds — listening to her struggle to hide her quickening breathes. She keeps pretending to slumber so I do the same. While I feign sleep, I let my fingers discover her body. Lightly resting my fingertips on her side. I feel her tremble lightly as I trail them along her side. Running them. When she told me I was shocked but she said he looked really good, his name was David. David was the nineteen yearold son of some good friends which made things complicated. The more I thought about my wife with another guy the more I wanted her to fuck another man. I told her I wanted her to have sex with another guy and we talked about who it would be. It was decided that it would not be any of our friends, but needed to be someone she was comfortable with not a total stranger. That was an. I wiped, hitched up my belt and headed for the house. She hadn’t changed the locks ... and from the smell of MY room, she’s been sleeping in my bed ... she hadn’t moved my clothes though.I found a new ... well ... clean ... outfit, grabbed a clean towel and discovered the joy of instant hot water.Marvelous!The Cosmo was in the garage ... time to reacquaint the neighborhood to my presence. There was a battery charger hooked up. I unhooked it, backed out and admired the driveway. Right at the. .. really?”“Every swearword and curse.” I said. “I built 12 of them.”“Why?”“Lessee, Cyn took the first one ... Cyn is my older sister. My brother, JW, took the third. I built seven for friends, I got the last one.”Jimbo had been paying attention. “What about the second?”“I had a better idea.”“Didn’t work?”“Nope...” I proceeded to tell him how much trouble I’d had giving it away.“That’s eleven ... what?”“I sold mine to an old guy ... some past National 3.7 Champion ... and built another. I had a.