I look my wish; henotices and infers; he gets a scrotum kiss. I touch my wish; he seesand obtains; he gets jerked off. And at any moment I might sudde...lyburst out in some petty, insignificant criticism of him ("Loser."), hisappearance ("You're wearing that?"), his job ("I make more than you,you worthless piece of man!"), and of course his diminishing, vanishingcock-set.This to-and-fro, disorienting and destabilizing as it was, delivered tohim the biggest lesson of all: his chances of being. Then, on our anniversary, luckily on a Friday night so we could sleep late the next morning, we had a wonderful dinner at Pepe’s Bistro then out for dancing after. On the way home, she reached over and rubbed the growing bulge in my pants anticipating things to come, then pulled down my zipper and wrangled me out and began rubbing me up and down. ‘Hon, I don’t have autopilot, you know’ and she said, ‘Move your seat back some.’ Well, I had a good idea of what was on her mind so I reached down. I was really getting into jerking my dick taking my time, not going too fast. I was caressing my balls with the other hand. This was feeling so good. Then the front door opened and Philip walked in. I was so startled I knocked the remote onto the floor. A feeling of terror went through me. The porn was blaring on the TV, the remote was somewhere on the floor and I was sitting there in my boxers. It was obvious what I was doing when Philip walked through the door, so there was no point in trying. I was however curious about what swingers did and how his wife and he stayed together while being with others. He was very forthcoming in describing their lifestyle and what they did. The more he described the more I was intrigued by how different they were from me and Megan. I still knew that it was not for us and decided not to say anything to Megan about my conversation with Rob. We went to dinner with them again that night. To my surprise, Judy brought it up jokingly. She told Megan what.