I felt very comfortable with him and gave him the ok that we would do this sometime very soon. I spent the next day really pampering my wife with what...ever she wanted. She knew I was up to something but I kept my secret to myself till that evening. I explained to her everything I had been doing and the guy and that I felt ok with it all. I didn’t tell her anything about his cock. I figured I would save that as a surprise. I wish I could have a camera to take a picture of her face when she sees. She began kissing me, and telling me how many times she had thought abought me over the years. She placed my hand on her thigh as she whispered in my ear. As I moved my hand up under her skirt, I was surprised to find that she had removed her panties. I gently parted her pussy lips and began to play with her. After a few minutes, she stood up, and took off her shirt. Still sitting, I was staring directly at her pussy. She moved closer, and I pulled her towards me, grabbing her ass as she held. When we met the next day we acted as if nothing had happened and were in the middle of the class when I started thinking of him and grew uneasy. My cock grew and my breathing was short and rapid. He kept his hand on my thigh in a reassuring way and asked-“is everything ok?” I nodded not able to stop my wild fantasies. H kept his hand there and the class continued. I slowly moved my leg making his hand come closer to my erect cock. I moved a bit and his hand was resting on my ready to burst. “I think that deep down, my reason for doing it was so that Stephanie would call it off and I would be free of the internal torture of what could happen. As I said, sex changes us in unpredictable ways and if it wrecked my relationship with Stephanie, it would destroy me. It will change me and it will change Stephanie, but I don’t know how. And that’s frightening.”“So, what do you think now? What do you want?”“I have no idea. Not for sure, anyway. I absolutely have to patch things up with.