Bent over the hood of a car in a parking lot at 2 in the morning, when there were people around gave an added thrill to being fucked for me. Of course...the last couple of years hadn't been so good, he started to screw around on me while I was supposed to stay home and wait for him. I was sorry when he left me, I felt lost without him as he had always made our decisions for us. Now it was Sunday morning and as usual I slept late, with hubby it had been 'my time' as he called it. He would lay. After five years of marriage we went to the lake to party for the weekend. We met up with some party people that had a party barge and tied up our boat and started drinking. It was getting late and a couple of guys were asking about my wife. I told them I would love to see them fuck the hell out of her, that I had been trying to talk her into that for years. One guy was named Joe and the other was Jim, they said let them have a chance. They started flirting with my wife-her name is Barb. Barb. Not even a condiment remained. Tom had eaten himself out of house and home. Whether he liked it or not, Tom had to reenter the world of the living. He didn't have anything against going outside. He had just been more interested in indoor activities recently.Tom picked up his phone. He had disconnected it Wednesday or so. It was Just bothersome. Reattaching the line, Tom sat the phone next to the answering machine that constantly flashed that it had eight messages it couldn't wait to tell.. "Well Brett, " I grinned, circling his nametag with my long, dark red fingernail. "I was just imagining how much smoother this large butt plug would slide in, if it had been used as a gag first! Would you, in that situation, get it nice and wet before hand, if you knew where it was soon headed to?" I questioned watching his expression closely.He didn't blush nor did his cheeks redden as I had hoped. Then again, he did work in an adult toy store. Yet, I felt I did embarrass him just a tad, which.