"Good. Meet me at 8:30 in the Student Union. Don't be late. Bye." It was only after I hung up the phone that I realized it was Amy that had called, no...t Kim.I looked at the clock and realized that I just had barely enough time to get dressed and make it to the Student Union. Good thing I took a lot of showers yesterday, I thought to myself with a grin as I slid into my pants.Amy had already found a table when I got there. She was sipping on some coffee and nibbling on a bagel loaded with cream. Did I really want to look back at seventy and say of my life that I had worked very hard and that my children and husband seemed pretty happy? What about me?I knew I had a problem, but how to solve it? I could ease off at work to make more time for whatever else I wanted to do. But I was ambitious and couldn't accept stalling at this level. I couldn't cut back much more on the relationship with my husband or there wouldn't be any more to cut back on. I couldn't ignore the needs of the girls. In. Of course she always used to tell me at the end. To only enjoy it as fantasy and it’s not gonna happen in real. And I use to nod with a smile. I knew she loved this fantasy as I could feel her getting very wet and having strong orgasm. So at the back of my mind I knew “my wife loved it.”After many unsuccessful attempts to convince her, I finally thought of doing something in real and see how she reacts. I wanted to let a guy touch her and see her reactions. And the simplest way was to convince. ‘Cadee! Cadee! Oh for goodness sakes, you’re not even ready! Here, why don’t you let me help you out,’ her mother said, reaching into her wardrobe and attempting to pull out Cadee’s most ruffled, fluffy dress, one that Cadee had been bribed into wearing precisely once a couple of years ago for her grandmother’s funeral because, as her mother said, ‘it’s what SHE would have wanted!’ Cadee had initially rebelled, and only caved out of familial kindness and her amusement when she saw that she had.