She wore the same shapeless uniform, the same hair pulled back tightly. I spotted the few traces of grey, knew my own showed that too. ‘Hungry?’ S...he asked. That was Katey, always thinking of food. ‘Yea, a side of Horse and a sack of spuds to start…and that pot of coffee..’ I grinned. ‘Coming right up!’ She picked up the two plates she had set down and served them, then vanished into the kitchen. She was back in what had to be record time, with a steak and some hashbrowns and coffee. She set. I could get over a lot of stuff, but that was the problem. This wasn't a lot of stuff. It was a whole shitload of stuff, all corresponding to a total lack of consideration and respect for me, my desires, my wishes, and me in general. A little of that? No problem. We can work through that. I talked to her about it, and she kept hen pecking me. Oh, and she wanted me to stop selling at flea markets.Some guys can take that. I can't. I don't sit around telling my woman how to live. I expect my woman. For the rest of the party I could not think of anything else but Julie's hand stroking my thigh. That night, after I went to bed, I masturbated thinking of Julie and I together. It was the first time I ever thought about sex with another woman. I was looking forward to that next weekend very much. Although Julie would not be there, I would be in her bed. Maybe I would find something of Julie's that I could play with, something secret and sexy. That next weekend turned out to be a turning point. Bill started making dinner. As he cooked I got up and stood beside him. He reached over and rubbed my butt. I arched my hips and pushed against his hand. He stopped rubbing and reached lower. Cupping the bottom of my butt he pushed a finger between my cheeks and slid his hand up. Reaching my waist, he slid back down. As he did I spread my legs and leaned against the counter allowing him to slip his finger deep in my chack. When he reached my hole he wiggled his finger, moving the grease that.