Relationships used to start with a bang, followed by a series of shocking, unpleasant revelations, where we both learned the person we were fucking di...n't at all match up with the person we imagined we were fucking. Over the years, I had developed the habit of not finding out too much about my lovers—keeping them friends without falling in love—because learning about them was not worth the pain. I had many lovers on the go, and was always up for fun, but hadn't had any real emotional connection. This goes for anyone.In the past year, my wife has adapted nicely to being a full-time housewife for the very first time after leaving a very stressful job. So that she doesn't get bored, I call and text her from work during the week just to keep her from being bored. Sometimes I'll do things such as texting a dick pic of myself letting her know what she'll get after I get home, while she'll send me back a pic of her playing with her pussy or spread out butt naked by the pool. Either way, we. . another shopping spree?" Oh God no, Christ I'm all shopped out... I was just thinking that with the guys in Washington for the weekend maybe we could spend a little quality girl time together, kind of like the old days in college if you get my drift. Besides, I have something that I want to show you."Kate immediately knew what her friend meant, an old fashioned jerk off session like they had when they roomed at the sorority house. Still sexual taboos required that a subject like that not be. “I have missed seeing you smile,” he sighs, his hand brushing over my cheek to tuck a loose strand of hair. I trap his hand against my shoulder and playfully nuzzle it, causing him to chuckle. “I have really missed you.” “I’ve missed you too,” I murmur, placing my bowl on the trolley. Sitting opposite each other, a tense silence falls in the room. I am willing him to kiss me but I can see the hesitation in his eyes. “So, would it be cool for me to stay?” he eventually asks, thankfully breaking.